Your dark eyes and bright soul hold tender resolution.
The tree outside my window powerful and delicate.
Notes trip and tumble a sweet green dance,
Intricate, insistent stamp – gold shimmers sensuous leaves.
Soon this tree will flame with your passion
But today it reflects a greyer sky.
From depths a magpie bursts. A pigeon swoops.
They pass like cars at a junction – indifferent.
Should life narrow to the maple tree and Claude,
I still will have it all.