A Haiku
Sweet, pungent smell
An aroma that can heal
A lavender oil
pink sky ushers quiet
into my soul’s horizon
Colour in nightfall,as the sun's rays leave the sky,with pink and yellow.
Twilight came and wentFading into oblivion — a butterfly’s twitch.
Waiting at the edge,Where Water and Earth converge: — Ah, struck down by…
I talk from my heartHe tries to uncloak my painThe hour is up now….
Patsy, 2017
Candies of our trees