the road home

summer is on the wane
the long light almost forgotten
i travel home
first the A77 skirting Ayr
with ubiquitous traffic circles
city speed limits and lights
slow down through Minishant
with pub and parked cars
and dive into the country dark
the road home winds
careless and eccentric
as good country roads do
a big half moon hangs heavy
almost hidden by dark cloud outline
glowing not gold or silver
but with the sweetness of burnished brass
the road home is long and lonely
the dark seldom broken by fellow travellers
on their way to elsewhere
my eyes track the light exposed tarmac
watching, wary, for fox and rabbit
at times tall trees reach out
and touch each other
with their summer green arch
my heart sings
of love and forever together
my memory reaches for her smile
the light in her
which shines for me
i feel the future of us
and i am joyously content

Copyright © 2012 by Eryll Oellermann