N-A from 2009
Blossom of baby's breath
soft white
dusted my shoes
in the morning light
Brushing gorse
crusted yellow
over the stream
with a weeping willow
Into the wood
of rush patterned lace
across a meadow
at a slower pace
Along the cowslip
filled track
under clouds
edged blue-black
a storm erupted
on the scene
shadowing the pastures
a pastel green.
Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2024
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