Impeccably dressed in Sunday best,
They’re quite the pair: him tall and goofy,
A string-bean Swede, her short and svelte,
With farm-girl glamour. Back from chapel
Or off somewhere flash, each wear
The dreamy gaze of the young
And in love. Sun-soaked drives
Down Cheshire’s blossoming lanes:
Car blazed to a sun-streaked blur -
Past milking fields, trees shedding
A confetti cascade. A spring
Uncoiling into endless summer.
Or perhaps no further than this garden.
The evergreen place this portrait depicts,
As something vague slowly resolved
Into something indelibly real:
Like an old forgotten photograph,
The lives they'd pictured differently.
All that a camera cannot disclose:
Sun essaying its lustre from the clouds
While they held their smiling pose,
Footprints left in the deep grass
As they walked toward the house
In cahoots, holding the other close.