poem – Page 18 – The Poetry Patio

Paris Postcard

If I sent you a postcard
from the Tuileries
a real old-fashioned lick-stamp affair. . . .

First Black-Out Poetry Poem

the room, well-dressed with
meticulously
tall, thin, angular
eyes like a thunderbird

Morning Observations

The song of the morning
is a lot of ecstatic tweets,
high pitched messages,
and low slung motor grindings

With sunshine and graceyou present your joyful faceto brighten this place Nourished by autumnthe seeds wait in secret hopefor the coming spring In storm the showersof restorative powers:the earth re-flowers And bees run the racea buzz of furious pacethrough the garden space So much more than commonplacefar too wild to be encased in a vaseLeaveContinue reading “Wildflowers”