The grapes on the vine
Which even now climb
Up the old archway are indigo blue.
One long-gone springtime
We tasted the prime
Wine fruit and admired its delicate hue.
Our smiling house then
Was window-laced, mended
Were the wood gates which love entered thru.
All still feels the same.
Memory reclaims
Only the good times enjoyed here with you.
Cottage for sale
Will ever contain
Remains of the spirit shared by us two.
A sadness with a beauty of its own, is also full of love. Lovely write Fay