In the midst
of an invasive sadness
the reminiscence
of a secret happiness
From peaks of pure light
along the edge
of utter darkness
she came shining bright
my Lady of the Harvest
My Belladonna of the Night
Tag: Love Poetry
The High Street
Roaming fields
of poppies flowering
in a land flowing
with milk and honey
ever so gracefully
she comes to me
mandala dreaming
under a Tuscan sun
with sweet whispers
of priceless treasures
and mighty endeavours
yet to be done
David Redpath 