A Gift

What a gift
The mind's eye:
All seeing
At once past
And present,
Coloured
And monochrome,
Sunshine and in shade.
Memory of a touch
As one walks
Under a nave of trees,
The scent of rain
On summer pavements,
Bruised camomile
Along a rose-banked lawn,
And at last
The solitary rose
Filled up with early snow.

JL Feb 22. 13:01