Pink Rose Icing

As rain drops cascaded in showers of grey, 
and puddles reflected the street, 
we walked through the town on a chill summer day,
in search of a venue to eat. 

We found a small coffee shop open with space 
to sit by the window a while. 
A French vintage aura pervaded the place, 
conveyed in bohemian style. 

We drank cappuccinos while sharing a cake 
with generous layers of rose 
and strawberry icing; the type people bake 
for special occasions and shows.

We gazed out the window and pondered the rain,
deciding to wait for a pause, 
whilst speaking of visiting China by plane 
and flying to far away shores. 

The rain cleared away and went for a walk,
observing the shops in the square;
a place about which we would probably talk, 
remembering when we were there.

© Lisa-Jane La Grange

Pink Rose Icing is a poem I wrote recently about visiting a coffee shop in a small town with the family. We spent a very pleasant afternoon together even though it was raining and cold. I wrote this poem to celebrate the moment and preserve the memory of it.