A Flower

Posted on April 6, 2020 by | Leave a comment

Growing wild,

living free,

saffron waves

noticed by me;

I have no knowledge

of the make or model

I just love the colour –

would I love you half as much

if you were fifty percent duller?

This entry was posted in Poetry and tagged , . Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

Gravatar
WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out /  Change )

Cancel

Connecting to %s