Become dark, more muted shades of crimson
as they reach their permanent wilting point.
Remarks about romantic weekends away
one subject in a thorny bunch of talk.
Fretting over choices, asparagus in season,
potted Cromer crab or watercress soup.
We courted through an English drought.
Married in one that became a must have
designer accessory for rock and roll stars,
had us singing and dancing in parks and streets
for a while. Things change or maybe it starts
to rain. Yes, maybe it starts to rain.