The flowers you bought me are so pretty. They are so pretty,
little gloves of colour. The window is open - perhaps rain
on the way. And the reds and whites against grey, a light breeze
that runs into the room. I try but don't recall all the names,
but they smell so lovely and you will remember I am sure.
Written: November 2018. Explanation: A poem written in my own time for university in a deliberately simple style, as this is a pastiche of sorts of the style/subject matter of some of William Carlos Williams's work. A link to my Facebook writing page can be found on my HP home page. I am open to collaborations, though university work can take up quite a lot of time.