Old Dog
Feeling the sun on my back
I took a picture of my old dog.
She must know how this warmth,
reaching down to your bones,
makes you feel yellow
like daisies,
makes you feel green
like the hills.
>>>^<<<
Showoff
Something has happened in a corner of my garden.
The azalea has acquired an attitude
and there's nothing I can do about it,
but watch.
>>>^<<<
Adornment
The lady is wearing sweet alyssum in her hair
Should I tell her that, later on,
with blossoms, come bees.
>>>^<<<
Feeling the sun on my back
I took a picture of my old dog.
She must know how this warmth,
reaching down to your bones,
makes you feel yellow
like daisies,
makes you feel green
like the hills.
>>>^<<<
Showoff
Something has happened in a corner of my garden.
The azalea has acquired an attitude
and there's nothing I can do about it,
but watch.
>>>^<<<
Adornment
The lady is wearing sweet alyssum in her hair
Should I tell her that, later on,
with blossoms, come bees.
>>>^<<<
when your garden speaks, I listen!
ReplyDeleteYour poems? How lovely.
ReplyDeleteIf not . . . still lovely.
" warmth . . . makes you feel yellow like daisies .. ."
Also - the resignation in having to just stand by as the azalea struts her stuff! :0D
Wonderful. The words. The picutres.
Thanks Cathy,
ReplyDeleteYes, the poems are mine.