
a white butterfly
flits between fuchsia flowers;
never landing
Colin Myles

a white butterfly
flits between fuchsia flowers;
never landing
Colin Myles

rainy summer night
movie book or tequila;
maybe all at once
Colin Myles

rainy summer night
the streetlights already on;
beer wine or whiskey
Colin Myles

sitting in my car
parked beneath old oak tree;
check my watch again
Colin Myles

grey clouds eating up
remaining parts of blue sky;
turn on reading lamp
Colin Myles

wild strawberry leaves
growing out from the hedgerow;
will they ripen ?
Colin Myles

crimson fire sunset
Coltrane on the radio;
kinda magical
Colin Myles

through church's stone wall
a single poppy growing;
heading to library
Colin Myles

yellow crescent moon
smiles down on village tonight;
slow sip of tequila
Colin Myles

weeding flowerbed
picking out weeds and pebbles;
bit like life really
Colin Myles