Blue Moon

I buried my face in your rose today.
My head filled with scent
As I heard you say
“Good morning”.

I moved to the gate where I stopped to gaze
At a hover-fly, quietly fanning the blaze.

Then I felt your soft touch,
Like a sigh on my shoulder,
As you leaned to my kiss
On your rose-petal cheek.

Leigh Cook
15/06/2015

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My dear readers, I live in Manchester, England and would like to share my thoughts of significant people, places and events in my life through this blog. I'm growing old disgracefully in my 74th year, living in a bubble of love blown by my precious friends and family and floating about like Johnnie McGory.

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