Natures palette is everywhere

Autumn’s brush strokes
Give us yellow
sunshine
mustard so divine
Primrose sulphur old gold too
Look around and be amazed
Honey coloured straw hats,
Who?

Wears them
Good old Mrs Jones
She’s the witch who lives away at Hawthorns
With her garden full of dew such an array
Of honeysuckle and dandelions
Roaring gently oft at dusk
Old ivory and old golden tones
And heady aromatic musk

Brimstone buttercup and magic
In the verdure grass is she
Sitting attracting butterflies
Peacocks tails oh there they be
Dancing light forms purple fuchsia’s
Faery ballerines too
Josephs coat of
msny colours
Simply just good folk like you

The rainbow bridge
Where dearest angels
Fly away and find a place
Chameleons all lightly coloured
Settling down
On someones face

Fetch my eye drops
From the cupboard
Visualization is my thing
Occultists seek more contemplation
Tigers leaping through a ring
Colours from a far off spectrum
Now I am overcome by you
Dancing in your swirling sari
Doing what you clearly do

So well the music is serenely
Drawing me a meagre soul
Clearly your justification
Evidence of such a role
Searing silently softband training
Thought processes
Come and go
Whether zen or sufi rising
I will feel the gentle flow