Conspicuous formations
Lining the skies...

Looking at my favourite photograph
your image pressed between sepia and glass...

Negotiating
Ones own...

shadows-silently gather in black,
an orchestra of cries; echoes weeping...

You were..
..an array of colours...

born from serenity
a melody...

There are ladies that carry their verse
with content of a nature; quite perverse...

The season starts to change its sunshine rays
I hope that summer love still warms the air...

At fifteen years old,
when I first met a...

An evening of a friends’ time of celebration
the venue was steeped in birthday decoration...

many leaves have shed
summer can’t dry weepy eyes...

Curiosity niggled my
immature thoughts...