The sulking sun
left me some gifts;

a purple dusk and
cool mountain breeze.
golden sundried stalks waving
Grass reeds swaying
A lithe dancer's innate grace.

Such a rich stage
for a wonderful show
I almost forgot
that you were beside me.

It took a while
but it would come, eventually.
I smelt it before I saw it,
Your flannel was ablaze.
You looked on in mute pity
as I cried
and cried

leaning in to kiss
my tear doused face
scattering away
ashes in the wind.

Collapsed I cry,
under a purple sky
waiting for it to end.
and begin afresh again.