Couplets ( non rhyming )

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Day 10

nasturtium and morning glory
wound together in pale sunshine





 beaming orange and mauve
 in the garden





 lying on an old door used as a trestle table
chestnut braids dangling so long they almost touched the ground





 she fingered mrs parke's prize winning geraniums
 resisting the urge to pick a big magenta bunch





 lazy butterflies fluttered over the lantana bush
 to Ravel's rippling triplets wafting in from next door

was the first time she had ever heard this extraordinary piece 
to be etched in her memory forever





would have liked to have shared this moment with someone
other than the spotted lady bird crawling up her leg