Three Crocuses: A Poem

Three crocuses slowly wither in the noonday sun, Their brightest colours bleached and paled, their petals Dry and dusty, browned leaves crinkle in the heat. Two strangers are passing by; Their eyes drift to this decaying scene, and one Says to the other, look At the flowers – aren’t they Beautiful?

Discovery: A Poem

Hi there! Here’s a little poem about finding things that I wrote this evening and hope you enjoy.Sifting through the memories Of another life I found In the back room of a vintage shop Past a plaid and lacy cloud, Through dusty antique mirrors, And cobwebs hanging low, I discovered myself in a music box … More Discovery: A Poem