Your sign
Of sunshine after rain
Of clay
Close upon your surface
Of winters now far away
Wide grass, wedged between your thumbs
In front of your cupped fingers
Your breath
Without the grass gives a hoot
Or is it an owl
Somewhere in the distance
This moment
I stroke beneath your eyelid, then
Ask that you turn
To face into the sun
Such that the camera
May catch (capture)More than just the essence
Of the past, or the future
Or your presence
In sepia tone
Or black and white
Or pixel plenty colour
The pamphlet Rainbows on my Spectacles is available at http://itunes.apple.com/gb/book/rainbows-on-my-spectacles/id486905289?mt=11