He walked the low-sunned orchard
Through a winter-shadowed maze
Trod the leafy, apple mulch
Imagined August days
Of Caroline and Ridgeway walks
And soft-skin, cotton miles
Of dancers' legs and lovers' grass
And apres-passion smiles
He stepped the leafless, tangled aisles
That stretched the dormant trees
Held an apple blossom kiss
That rode the memory breeze
He cast a dreamer's, statue stare
As a bleeding sun lay down
Watched the sky entice the dusk
In a flaming, turquoise gown
He fell so deep in Caroline
Yet held no ached despair
So gently touched those moments as
Her scent engulfed the air
But as the shadows merged to one
And brilliance fell to grey
Then chilled those warming memories
That held the grief at bay
Jonathan french
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/caroline-8/
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