Auvergne

Today I begin slowly
Waking with a dream
Of a memory.

Crisp,cool morning
Dew drenched
Through the winding
Valleys of the deep Auvergne 

A cross 
At the crossroads
Joins a crystal  cobweb
To the head and fingers 
Of a hanging Christ.

A sheen of frosted green
Across the high meadow
Sends me searching
For the shepherdess
So long remembered
For her song.

I hear the echo
And with a sigh 
Turn up my collar
And move on.

JL June 1st 11:09