She Remembers Light.

She remembers light

The way it is remembered

Filtered through trees

In the month of November

Her mother gathers wood

Winter approaching

Ice on the lake

The cold encroaching

She sews by firelight

Dolls for her nephews

They live in the next village

With soldiers and curfews

Her mother stirs soup

In a pot on the fire

Singing songs her mother sang

Of birds and wires

She will sleep

And dream of him

The blacksmith's boy

With the dimpled chin

Wake to morning

All the leaves gone

December in the arbour

The cold has won

© shaun patrick green