Friday, May 06, 2011


September garden
low white clouds
move south

late sunday afternoon
last one before the
great revenge

not knowing
when the blow will fall
or what its echoes will become

Down the dark path
that runs between
my home and work
in the dense green foliage
tired and confused

a sudden blast of colour

unfold an orange flame
around a golden core

taste of wild strawberries
burst on the eye
healing that bitter flare

peace rose

© Richard Lawson
Congresbury 24/11/01

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