
Tiny blobs of life
coloured green, outside the lines,
trees keep us nourished.

Tiny blobs of life
coloured green, outside the lines,
trees keep us nourished.

We make those buildings
constellation defying,
masking our night skies.

Roll of fresh bank notes—
happiness for most people;
tightly bound rose bud.

My garden rose blooms,
to keep brilliant bees buzzing—
somewhere a heart bleeds.

Flowers on the edge:
waiting to burst into song,
dancing into spring.