The Red Brick Courtyard

(By: Janet Leadbeater)

The courtyard was red;

the bricks, the tree in the middle, it's leaves

The walls all about me, the way, everything.

It was all red.

I stood in the middle;

holding a red leaf in my hand 

and watched the wind slip it from my grasp.

I watched it fly on the wind.

I mourned its passing;

and all together my hands felt empty.

I watched as the wind stirred up the leaves.

then I moved one foot in front of the other

I watched as the red blew beyond me

The striking color touched my senses. 

The wind blew up my brown curls,

and the red brick remained

Red leaves, Red brick, Red life

It all surrounded, but refused to touch me.

alone, alone in the courtyard

There I stood in awe of its beauty.