“This cobbled road of us”
rambled from plans of spring to summertime
checkered cloths of bread, cheese, wine
bouquets of parsley, roses, thyme.
Quarrels flared then repaired
with and not with words
to polish understanding
a chromatic weave of notes
that holds us whole.
The first line is from “We will be lost and found a thousand times along this cobbled road of us” by Atticus. Many thanks to our dVerse host, Whimsygizmo for Quadrille #58—Cobble us a Poem.