Flight of Fancy


scotland20090521-36Clouds pass above like weightless trains
as you shyly hide among folds of emeralds,
pulling close grey hems that rustle
embroidered with white, baby pink roses
as they shift their symphony to pass through dusk.
Gravel crunches lightly under your heels
as you glide beneath stormy clouds.
Running- faster, through memory’s slippery fog
and the lane strewn with polished glass
grasping the hope of your journey’s end;
and the lonesome figure dressed in white,



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Midnight Rose

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAThe turf is ploughed straight like

newly dug graves- surgical, pristine.

They bob in acquiescence,

bringing the gift of rare beauty.

Yellow, soft pink, blood red;

the overpowering

drugged scent that ripens the air,

 captivating the senses in the solitude

of a secret garden.


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