I step out for fresh air.
A test of a weakness.
Something cut down before ampersand after it grew.
A bit of pink on loam.
Two sets of fox gloves, where before there was one,
for anyone to slip on.
A well-placed curve.
A root-ball as seen from one angle.
Threads of scarf couple with a fallen blossom on the asphalt.
The most-intense yellow mimics the fields of North Umbrian rapeseed pastures.
Juxtaposed upon green.
As seen from a train.