The empty swing

invites all-comers

to sit awhile

to dangle, legs and dreams.

 

I stand and gently rock

the empty swing

warmed by the end of summer

in fields of afterglow.

 

Sunflowers with heavy heads of seed

turn their upward gaze towards

the empty swing

which twists with every breeze.

 

Love has moved me

on beyond the flaming golden field

A hand in hand departure; farewell

the empty swing.

 

 

author: ©️Jane Eckford

2nd September 2023