LOST IN A TECHNICOLOURED WORLD
The silence is deafening, every careful footfall intrudes.
Surrounded by a dream world of infinite variety –
I shiver –
feel the recent presence of a talented ghost with a brush.
Look up and see its work: an autumnal labyrinth:
such beauty to behold…
a scene to treasure: ochre, scarlet, bronze, topaz, gold.
*** Joy Lennick