Right beside the buttercup
A fair distance
From the pampas grass
Or the overhead
Twin propelled
Airships
Aeronautical extravaganzas
A little closer
A good deal closer
With closed petals
AndThe touch of silk
Colours
Of the oriental
Sunrise
Escape from
Thistles throttled
Bottled scent worn
On special days
And Saturdays
And always
Worn always
When in love
I sprinkle dry grass
On my cotton
Sweatshirt
To see the grasses
Shadowed patterns
& to see the
Sparkle of the sunlight’s
Rainbows on my spectacles
Smell of fresh grass
Smell of dead grass
Aroma of peaceful
Deflection in sunshine time
Later more than mornings
Before the day sets, with the
Dance of the evening primrose
Long thin grasses waive and bend
The heat’s rays it seems defeats them
Thankful for the breeze
With her soft fingers
She tends them
Lends them back a life
She stands them up to be
Once more erect
The pamphlet Rainbows on my Spectacles is available at http://itunes.apple.com/gb/book/rainbows-on-my-spectacles/id486905289?mt=11
