doors forever open wide.
pause and take a step inside.
faded sepia groom and bride.
letters in a loving hand.
some forgotten marching band.
soldiers in a foreign land.
lifeless, on a worn-out wicker chair.
the Brontës and the Book of Common Prayer.
A hairbrush –
in a veil of silver hair.
billows in the soft, incessant breeze.
frames a view of verdant summer trees.
A garden –
left behind for butterflies and bees…
Text, poems and images © JJ Creber 2017