At nearly forty, I leave my sere and yellow for naked winter. A. G.
Fluttering past sibilant trees—butterflies bleached in solstice sun. © Amanda~Louise Gilmour 2020
On the old apple blossom, crispy petals bloom into white butterflies. Amanda~Louise Gilmour © 2020
Sparkling star-like on roses, dewdrops ignited by sunrise. Amanda~Louise Gilmour © 2020
Gauzy clouds veil sun- down, diluting the scarlett sky, salmon-pink. Amanda~Louise Gilmour © 2020
Breathy droplets (suspended between dust motes) drown my flailing lungs. © Amanda~Louise Gilmour 2020