Saturday: on a bench

The afternoon stretched its limbs

into the evening, leagues past noon:

a sky the texture of candy floss

and the colour of a brewing storm.


Wind buffeted the waves

as the tide retreated far out,

slipping away from the estuary

and into the ocean’s recesses.


Wind buffeted my face,

spinning locks of hair up and across,

as I nestled into the shoulder of your jacket

and curled both arms around your right.


I closed my eyes to ever-beginning autumn

and thought of summer, the heat:

felt it blossoming across our cheeks

before I opened my eyes to the sky


shifting its blues, its melancholy grey winds,

parting for a white sunshine

which glistens upon the waves:

blinding us to the darkness,


reminding us of the summer,

the heat, or the spring:

love born between our hands

as your head comes to rest upon mine.



Photograph & poem: © Kristiana Reed 2019

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