I will buy the flowers

I will buy the flowers ...throughout these twenty four poems I am reminded that nostalgia can be much more than a one sided view, the merest etch of the windows gloss throws dark onto light, gay moods turn swiftly to grey. These are indian summer poems, the last throws of a dice whose corners are all worn and whose numbers long since stopped coming up, less than poetry this is an outpouring of someone caught entirely in their own insecurity.

© Christopher Sanderson 2020