The Linnet's Wings :Take All My Loves, My Love - Page 134

The Linnet´s Wings Driving to the Dementia Convention By Anne Donnellan Driving to the dementia convention May morning in Connemara As cotton wool clouds compete With sunshine sprinkles I embrace the optic banquet Of roadside mixed greens Copses crawling with shimmer Ivy and holly leaves glazed Porridge white hawthorn flower Dressing the hedge rows Lusciousness luring me Deeper into trance Of majestic mountain way Wrapped in awe I spot tall yellow irises Signpost of the marshes Changeing blue forget me nots Splashed on hillsides Colonising clusters of mauve 134