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
petals
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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