Once Upon a Time

Once upon a time Raindrops ran along the washing line Singing blue symphonies.

Forget-me-not

Up there alone, up above my head Wisps of cloud stray and roam, Brushing smears of blue and red, As I meander home.   A September chill clings to the air, Damp from the promise of rain. The old wood is held fast in prayer And crowds my little lane.   Rays of gold from…