From thrawn bough,
pink petals sigh
as glassy reams
pass
in lilting lullaby
carrying fallen blooms
in a trail of confetti
meandering
into
the gloaming mouth
of the firth.
The Art of Prose and Poetry
From thrawn bough,
pink petals sigh
as glassy reams
pass
in lilting lullaby
carrying fallen blooms
in a trail of confetti
meandering
into
the gloaming mouth
of the firth.