The Collective

I crouch lower
Under the howling wind -
The never tiring traveller carrying a constant cry
From the unprotected ones.

The Garden has been forgotten -

At least from the ground
I can watch the forget-me-nots lift into 
Small 
Blue 
Butterflies.



LJ Ireton
2023

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

This morning I saw seagulls

Under the Sun

Fierce in the sky