Watercolour Leaves

Watercolour leaves, Rain water rivers- Tred lightly, whispering To the flowers, ‘when will Summer come?’ They answer With a wave and I thank then For their time, still unsure if They mean ‘be patient’ or ‘Don’t be stupid’.   Little pebble stepping stones, Beneath fairy light stars. Hopping over ripples, Praying to the fish and…

Holy Ghost

They fall like snowflakes, Droplets of pure starlight. Porcelain skin, precious souls, Drowning in demons In the form of dried leaves.