More Odious than Ode

Today I will write only happy lines

Light reflected through dappled leaves
Scent of lavender in open fields
The skylark free to swoop and soar
A sense of joy in me no more

Ah crap..

The warm glow of a sunlit lawn
Insects chattering on the wind
Scents of honeysuckle tickle my nose
Memories abound – with her I suppose


The sun doth shine his mighty ray
The earth shall heed his call
Waiting with fields pressed and hoed
Thou art so loathsome as a toad

Oh sod it



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