27th May

Four wild geese
High up, in the blue
Lit by a dappled-bright sun
As they flew
Over the sparkling
Dew-jewelled moor
And into their golden future
Four shades of blue
A silver-blue moon
Singing high with the lark
Up in the cornflower blue
The black of the raven
The blue of his blood
As he glides to his tower
And whispers his love
To his lady
Ill choose to see
In shades of blue
As I boldly move
from the old
To the new.
#poetry