Our day was daffodils. I opened my eyes
in equinoctial dawn, shaped by winds
and cloud saw buds crack that
would be fruit for our descendants.
No gloom until an evening star
told me I was ageing.
Night born, sun
starved, he was forged
in darkness. Swaddled himself
in blindness to sleep, sometimes woke
frozen in memories of the sickle moon.
Yellow afternoon we met and wed,
he showed me chronicles of the asparagus
years, epochs of oysters, powdery
engravings of ancient snow
and something he called roses.
Life in a Day by Jacqui Rowe first appeared in Issue 4 of Bare Fiction Magazine in November 2014.