The Lace of Queen Anne Wednesday, August 24, 2016Friday, November 9, 2018Ken A snowy border to this August field. My morning walk at late summer pace. A queen’s lace not a common weed. All this is a matter of perspective. Unmelting snow on a blue summer day. Share this poem:TwitterFacebookTumblrRedditEmailLinkedInWhatsAppPinterestLike this:Like Loading... Related