Underground
Flowers withdraw underground Their scent snuffed out by Autumn winds Sleeping to the hum of tube trains whooshing through twilight …
Flowers withdraw underground Their scent snuffed out by Autumn winds Sleeping to the hum of tube trains whooshing through twilight …
Golden crowns on bright red heads, zinnias waltz where wind walks, making way for monarchs’ wings as golden as their …
Of all the things she left behind I think she misses poppies most, twisting foothill roads that slide on flakes …
A lemon cottage clung to grassy swell as yellow lolly dripped on lime green knoll, secluded but for lone unfettered …