Flawless Skin

Your skin is flawless

A girl in the church told me this as she was serving me tea

I was told I was beautiful

By a complete stranger who held my hand

In the fields the surround this rural town

The golden wheat is being harvested

As I watch the dusts skip in the mellow sunlight

I know that I am at peace with the world


The author’s wife was complemented on her complexion when visiting a church in Marlborough Wiltshire on the last day of June 2017