My love bought me flowers

Brought me tulips

Of different colours

To brighten my day

And she lifted my spirits 

With her gift

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We like our milk warm,

And we like it on tap,

As it comes, straight out of the teat.

In its most natural, purest form,

As a morning snack or nightcap

It makes us feel quite replete. 

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A storm like no other

Apocalyptic 

Lightning in columns

Pounding the earth

Clouds bank menacingly

And I half expect

A booming voice-over saying

Global warming

I told you so

This is your punishment

For neglecting

And despoiling this world

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Just a large puddle

But it imperfectly reflected

The avenue of trees

 As if a painter had

Painted an exact watercolour

 Then dragged the end of his brush 

Through it

To create a distorted image

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A field of poppies

Vast

And stretching out of sight

Each flower reminding me

Of the many who loved

And lost their lives. 

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Shades of blue 

All shades of blue

From dark azure

To almost white

Delicate

Fragrant

Nature at its most extraordinary 

Perfect

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We walked in the September rain,

You and I.

It was light, refreshing,

The air smelt clean.

It gave everything

A sepia tone,

Including the lady with an umbrella.

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The road clung to the mountain

Overlooking the lake

And the moon had come up

Bathing everything in a silver-gold light

I felt like I was driving

Into a fairy tale

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THE PICNIC

A rug or two

A cushion

A warm blanket

To wrap myself in

Pate

Tomatoes

An avocado

A little wine

And a perfect view

To observe as the day chills

And the sun dips below the horizon

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Free to wander as we please,

Free to catch that subtle breeze,

That sweeps down off the mounain top,

It’s cold and chill from that long drop.

We rarely meet a human here,

And if we do, we disappear

We are wild at heart and very shy

So if you spot us, pass on by.

© Caro Ness 2015