late afternoon
gazanias turn westward
to a setting sun

Beverley George

Rose van Son

favourite songs
words journey unforgotten
along lifetimes

Beverley George

back to homeland
no glimpse of tree, bud or soil    
from her hotel window

Beverley George

palette of blues . . .
hues change with every wave                       
and ebbing ripple

Beverley George

naming stars
only those grandpa taught me   
when I was five or six

Beverley George

black birds thread
through a tree canopy . . .
patching blue sky

Beverley George

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