Letter to myself

I was thinking of you today,

about the wheat-field behind

your house and your obsession

with the way sunlight falls

from the palms of Olympus

to paint the vast distance

in gold.


I want you to remember this,

cherish it and never

sell it on for a dream

which arrives nestled

in a pipe.

Hold on – to the love, to the light,

to the skyline’s gold

and never let go

of all which keeps you bold.


Photograph & poem: © Kristiana Reed 2019

Between the Trees UK

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