It was a pure
bright day.
Purple mountain
resting its head
upon a
white fluffy cloud
wearing a bright green
forest on its feet
as if the world
had been drawn
by a child
who had just begun
to colour it in
& who every now
& then
coloured outside
the lines.
Dónall Dempsey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/pretty-as-a-picture-for-lyn/
