On a Dusty Trail


on a dusty trail

turn this corner to find the air

drunk with roses


This poem was written on the way to work and unexpectedly finding some beauty lingering in the air.  And, to finish, here’s Cud –

As a damsel fly


as a damsel fly

takes my arm – her blue eyes

I do


This poem was written because damsel flies seem rather enamoured of me lately.  Dunno why.  And, to finish, here’s Tony Joe White –