Gillena Cox

funeral wreath

some of the flower buds

still to be opened

a lily wrought on the window bars -

our first kiss

etched in my heart

the moth's wing

folded in serenity...

golden clouds

they frolic

bougainvillea and butterfly...

windy gusts

celebration...

the night sky knows

no boundaries

spring serenade

a melody blooms from

the tuba's brass