Although I have a business webinar to run later on today, my thoughts are very much focused on a selection of poems I will be submitting for a competition. So here are some poems which will not make the grade, but which suit the season.
Burnt-ochre leaves run
alongside my car. Warm hug
after sleepless nights.
Ghost-white snails clinging
at the end of hot summer:
let go of grass blade
Distant bark of dogs
embrace sun darting through leaves
then pop of shooting!
Olives hanging shy
colourless maidens bustling
in their silver gowns.
Leaves in frost casing.
Darting in the undergrowth –
hoary platitudes.
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