Strolling the rose fields,
soft fragrance crystallised in memory
of a speckled sea of rich colours, pausing —
touching in balmy stillness.
Poem and painting Copyright Francis 2021
The Rose Fields (Short Poem)
Tag: colour
Haiku: ‘Falling Gold’
Old gold is falling
Enriching the sacred earth
Awaiting rebirth
Copyright Francis 2020
Haiku: ‘The Colours of Our Soul’
Copyright Francis Barker 2020
Haiku: ‘London Market’
Worlds served on a dish
Waterside conversations
Colours cheek by jowl
Copyright Francis Barker 2020
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