i blued over your heavenly feathers
with all the tender songs
now as autumn wind
paints
sunflowers brown
green leaves to ochre
roses to crushed velvet black
and sky calls you
with aubergine & red-orange sunsets
i will linger
by the door, gathering seeds
Dried Hydrangea @ Grace
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrille #136, Let's Linger, hosted by Linda Lyberg. This is a 44 word post with the selected word, Linger. Join us with your quadrille poem.
