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