From has beens to will be beans....

Day 103
30 Apr 11

Sunset. Watering the earth in the amber
light of the last day of April. Sunbeams
pick out golden feathers arcing across the camber
of the sky. Let there be light and dreams
of images caught in the setting sun.
The smell of water on hot parched ground
takes me home to Cyprus where the black
clad Grannies sweep the yards; the sound
of water slooshing across the flagstones
and the click of cup and saucer and small
thick chipped glasses of brandy
held by rough hands; and the evening call
of the housemartins as they swoop beneath
the russet red tiles of evening's eaves.
Long time ago, long way away
but the memory never leaves.