This is just up my street. Nice shot.
Broad and yellow is the evening light, by Anna Akhmatova (1915) Broad and yellow is the evening light, The coolness of April is dear.You, of course, are several years late,Even so, I'm happy you're here.Sit close at hand and look at me,With those eyes, so cheerful and mild:This blue notebook is full, you see,Full of poems I wrote as a child.Forgive me, forgive me, for having grievedFor ignoring the sunlight, too.And especially for having believedThat so many others were you.(This poem is touching my heart as your beautiful photograph).
I remember coming home with a hangover just after it had collapsed and had to clamber over the mud and trees to get home. Not the best hangover cure!! j xx