Mary Forrester


Pure Delight

Skies awashed in blue and pearl
Sun reflects a beam speckled yellow, green and blue
A blush of poppies amidst the meadow, silver green
Gently swaying in the breeze
Springs rapport with days of yore
Rocks amidst the velvet moss
As waters trickled past
I dropped a pebble and watched the ripple
Until the waters edge

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