After “Hare Mosaic”, Corinium Museum

The love of my life boxed a blow 

to my nose, when we first met.

Limbs skimmed gold tipped fields;

hearts thumped. We slumbered on 

a quilt made from Lady’s Mantle.

Long days sank into tilled damp 

earth, until dusk stole its warmth

after Orion was too fast for her.

Each night I wander, one rock to 

another, body crouched, ears flat;

hunting for her face in the moon.

Starlight floods barren meadows 

revealing Canis.  My eyes close;

she zigzags on the horizon ledge

and outruns Orion every time.