poetry: I Thought of You

I thought of you

I thought of you as gentle sun

light dancing in my hair,

and as the dandelion seeds

that float on hazy air

I thought of you as springtime rain

that falls and runs away,

and as the sweet pink honey

in the clover, in the hay

I thought of water running clear

from mountain down to sea,

and that was you, the river,

the fish, the birds, the trees

I thought of you as dragon’s breath

and sleet, and snow, and hail -

blowing, howling, screaming

through the forest as a gale

Then there you were in heather’s scent,

in moss and musty peat,

no longer here beside me

but deep beneath my feet

Charity Reed is a writer from West Scotland.

She is currently studying for a BA in English Language and lives with her partner, three collies and four hens.

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