sunset blood drains
from transient clouds
as the bone-white moon
hangs in haughty defiance
over a jaundiced prairie

and as the life-giving sun
descends into its earthly grave
centuries of ghosts
whisper their hollow secrets
on the northern wind

they speak only of yesterday
amid the coagulating darkness
having long forgotten
the radiant life of today
and the promise of tomorrow

Its a high spring

summer morning

the Daffodils  have been nice

now its the blossom

that's lighting up the countryside

I've been for an operation

so I must take it easy

in the coming weeks

The garden will soon be in full bloom

as summer comes

KEITH WILSON

She looks through me
never seeing the love
I’m feeling for her
She’s tall and slim
with hair of sun
Her face, perfection
skin of rare complexion
that mouth unique
that will never speak to me

I know they look like sunrises and sunsets, but I was painting you.
When I painted all the rivers that lead to the oceans, and the glorious starry nights, and the flowers; the sublime orchids and the tender roses.
In the end
and from the beginning,
I was painting you.

spreading germs comes naturally
-that's what germs do
that is their modus operandi
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