It and I
My favourite hat smelled of quiet sun,
but it is past tense now.
It pains me to say
that a gust caught it on the lake,
and it floated off to a nether realm.
It and I shall never go
picking strawberries in Wexford
nor blackberrying like Sylvia did.
For dVerse Poets, Hats. Image is from Flickr Commons, National Library of Ireland, The Mote family 1914. Group of women and children standing in line, two women four girls and a boy. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter