Woodland Dusk

Rainbow roses,

Purple posies,

Daisies growing wild and fey.

Climbing Ivy,

Gripping tightly,

to old bricks

in damp decay.

I may spot a dull brown sparrow

I may spy a hidden snake.

Lying in a mossy glade,

the sun grows drowsy—

I awake.

(August 16th, 2023)