A flame burns bright...
Poems
https://throughrosetintedglasses.com/2021/06/08/buttercups/
Buttercups.
Swaying gently, in the warm June breeze, they stand tall....,
Valentine.
"Be my Valentine" Those were the words that captured my heart when i opened the card the card that you sent the card I have kept and read every day for seven years now. Hoping against hope as i wake and hear the familiar sound of the post through the door that a card will…
Hope.
When life is tough and all is dark....
Snowdrops.
As dark days of Winter begin to abate...
The Date.
Smart and neatly turned out...
Winter.
Chilly, frosty mornings...
Autumn.
On opening my front door this morning....
Courage.
Brave and determined we hold on to what is safe, to that which is familiar.
So softly they fall.
Their beauty shone with the rising sun.
Autumn Rain.
Lifted high on winds unseen then falling back... autumn rain