RAINE REFLECTIONS
Resistance
I saw the poplars bend
against the wind
a line of noble archers
bows drawn full
armed in tension
sapling-spring muscles
waiting to be loosed
against the pale sky
where are the arrows
of these pallid efforts?
an unarmed resistance
wages war against
an invisible enemy
leaves fall to the ground
a mosaic of coloured flags
upon a bed of cold earth
the war of hues ends
after the colours
have bled dry;
ashes to ashes,
dust to dust
© Christopher Raine