Blossoms colour the landscape,
walking along to the sound of rain.
Blossoms move and drip slowly,
lost in the reverie of petal colour.
Blossoms blush colourful shades
as the raindrops
playfully touch
soft petals.

Poetry | Stories | Photography
Blossoms colour the landscape,
walking along to the sound of rain.
Blossoms move and drip slowly,
lost in the reverie of petal colour.
Blossoms blush colourful shades
as the raindrops
playfully touch
soft petals.

So much colour
in the way
the sky
and
the sea collide.
Colours bleeding
together
in harmony
and
understanding.
So much chaos
in the colour
as no
canvas
is simple.

Persimmon, indigo, and blue
a quilted work on the landscape
Snow, a crisp understanding
a sunset turns towards twilight, the night
Haunted by the image of landscape
a measure of magic in this ethereal place
Longing for different vibrations
and feelings to come from the snow places
a dream of snow and imagination
Bathed in the last of the sunset twilight
vibrations of colour and snow
Leave me breathless in the dim moonlight