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.

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The sky was afire

As the sun set

And I sat and marvelled at it

How insignificant I felt

A black silhouette

Against a riot of colour

And a bird flew by

In farewell

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I wrote the story of my life

In pencil,

So I could erase

The moments 

I stumbled, crumpled,

And got kicked

When I was down.

I then rewrote them,

In a firmer hand,

With hope, and love,

And joy in my heart,

And stepped into

A brighter future.

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A riot of colour

Flowers everywhere you look

In hanging baskets

In vases

In small containers

And planters

Welcome to Córdoba!

© Caro Ness 2015