Friday, 27 September 2013

summer becomes winter

she had sat 
a gentle honeyed lamp 
on the edge of her flower box, 
as was her way of welcome.

and the golden glow  
exhaled like a steaming pot 
of hot tea, beneath 
the prickly silhouettes of 
black branches and blossoms and leaves -

rather theatrically, I thought.
for a moment,  
it seemed to me,
there should have been snow flakes, 
falling on the last of the summer flowers, 
feathering the chilly air 
in white magic.

when suddenly, she appeared atop the stairs:  
a, somewhat quizzical, frosty specter
– luminous (almost) – 
in the amber entrance to the house;

clutching, oddly enough,
a winter white mango mousse,  
bejeweled in tropical fruit.
 photos: Lantern on the Flower Box and Tea and Mango Mousse – W. Bourke 

© 2013 Wendy Bourke


  1. How wonderfully you've integrated warm, honeyed tones with frosty white. Your imagery is delicious. As usual, I have some favorite lines: "golden glow exhaled like a steaming pot..." and "there should have been snowflakes" (which gave me chills). Lovely ending.

  2. I had a lot of fun with this one, popping back and forth between warm and cold (as seems to be the way of it, at this time of year). Smiles.

  3. Yum! I am not ready for summer to be gone and autumn to be here--having a hard time catching up to that...but this would be a welcome wintry treat!

  4. True. We are seldom totally ready for change. And often, initially, there is a bit of “carry over” and “catching up”. Though, good food – always helps.