The buds are metal
Amidst the bramble
Beneath the Hawthorn trees
Soft in the summer rain
Love’s tangled web
As black clouds gather
Struggle
Like thunder
Its flash strikes me down.
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Warm crystal tears
Brush stagnant glades
Blesses the Chestnut tree
As heavens furnace glows red
Loves fashioned fingers
Through clouds of swollen pollen
Scented flowers
Kiss the veil of opaque skin
A silent message of love.
Life From A Park Bench 
interesting contrasts of texture in this….
enjoy that silent message alan
and have a wonderful easter….