A Beautiful Place Poem by Shirley Harrison

My mind can be filled with sunshine, blue skies and birds chirping in the forest green

It can also be filled with the most erratic jazz
painted in drizzles black white and yellow
thrown in the erratic way in which jazz plays
awakening my sleeping ear drums with a fright

and then of course
there are times
it's filled with the most beautiful butterflies

there are also times
it's simply filled with the colour black.