Is it a trick

Is it a trick

A sleight of hand

A disregard for the truth

Of other times

And other places

The way you appear

As the petals unfold

The purity in their smile

A slip of an Orchid

So rarely unprotected

The beauty of a million faces

In the sway of wildflowers.

Sunlight dancing in the hedgerows

Guarding the meadows

Where the brambles grow

Lush with berries

Ripe for picking

Listen to the songbirds,

Tread lightly through the daisies

Dance till the cows come home

Slip in and out of my thoughts

Even now

There is a moment of disbelief

When a godly particle,

A sinewy branch of

Theoretical physics

Pulls me from one place

To the next

Without moving.

But I see you,

In the now and then,

Biding your time

Until the last leaf falls

Crimson turns to rust

And all the fine gilded leaves

Carpeting the ground

Turn to dust.