(Part of the series: Cannabis, and Creative Cognition. Reference Leafly.com "Romulan")
The flight of a lonely seagull, crying,
across a westering sky,
seems a cosmic metaphor
with the meaning not quite clear.
The clarity of the harbour’s reach,
bending with lodestone truth
towards a hidden sea:
frozen moment in a transient beauty.
Thoughts skip to and fro
across a multi-dimensional Rorschach,
sometimes winning credibility:
more often not.
It seems that Autumn has arrived.
She brings her own time,
and colours her personal agenda
with crisp memories of peace.
