He sends red roses
as an expression of love.
The colour of blood.
Morning’s sky, slate grey,
dark clouds heavily pregnant.
Their waters will break.
Old paper, new life:
a green galloping horse bolts;
a white swan’s first lake.
Soft snores, feline dreams.
He sleeps like the letter E,
curled back, tail flickers.
Copyright Vickie Johnstone, January 14, 2021
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