Colour & Hope
Navy night s t r e t c h i n g
as far as I can see,
my head resting on tuffets
of feathery grass,
warmth spirals from
head to toe,
and musty earth
rocks
me to sleep.
Psychedelic butterflies
flit and
f l o a t
leaving trails of
purple and blue,
flashes of beauty
sparking the sky with
colour and hope.
Pearls of rain
d
r
o
p
onto my skin,
waking my senses to the world,
and with fresh eyes
I marvel as nature lives
all around me.
A smile tries to sit
comfortably
on my lips;
If only we didn’t take it for granted.
The Writer In Me . . . 