True
seems useless
musing on blue
when moon and rain
bend the riverway
as she sways
I have mused
on these truths
Now tree
swallows riot
rose bramble
behind fences
And so it seems
out of tune
to go on musing
blue moon truths
the riverway as
she bends and sways
and rain and rain
and rain
For Margaret’s COLOR prompt in the Imaginary Garden
