Friday, 24 July 2015

Whilst I was gone…


meadow rue

the gold of cups
     has freely been replaced
by royal thistle purple
     whilst I was gone
a textured tapestry
     of swaying sorts
multicoloured limelight
     and no more one
hue
     now dominates the raw summer grass

and yet I move on slowly
     and sad-faced
the present image in its palette
     thwarts
my fast memory
     as onward I pass

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