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
If only I could sleep and inhabit dreams where I wander freely. Amanda~Louise Gilmour Receive a weekly haiku in your inbox.
Fractured quartzite-rocks graze Achriesgill's grey edges with scattered pieces that I wrap in my lace scarf, keeping the hill close. by Amanda~Louise Gilmour
Dawn's ghostly whisper, dappled with rose-gold hues, seeps into inky skies. by Amanda Gilmour
His ashes dust hills, feeding wildflowers, waltzing with wild winter wind. by Amanda~Louise Gilmour
In between shadows, moonlight illuminates cats fighting on spring grass. by Amanda~Louise Gilmour
Petal filigrees press stencil patterns on snow, echoing full bloom. by Amanda-Louise Gilmour
Atlantic waves slice the sun in half, a semi- circle melting. by Amanda Gilmour
Beneath susurrus snowflakes by lilting Mill burn, his going spawned silk rivulets glissading over wrist bone; echoing in pearly scars over crimson flowing vein, a gossamer reminder of his whispered nasal hymn. Narnia embellished summer dresses hidden silvered skin, beneath susurrus snowflakes by lilting Mill burn. Amanda-Louise Gilmour
In the blossom tree a crystal-spun web is ignited by sunrise.
Stars shine at twilight. Confetti sprinkled sky echoes in my eyes.
on a sleeping blossom tree
twinkling in the sun.
Badger Snowflakes rest upon the old badger, blanketing sleeping, open eyes.