And Now for Something Completely Different....(M.P.)
Rain spotting glasses
Wheels carving narrow arcs
Down wet pavement, hissing…
Between emptied houses
Over-arching trees, waking
Storefronts, hulking warehouses…
Drawn to the river, hot breakfast
With a friend. I warm
And dry quickly.
Rain drops spotting a quiet
Pattern across the pond
The cool wet February air
Stills the droplets hanging
From twig & petal capturing
Blossom’s scent in their
Tentative grasp drawing our
Attention…, holding it
Beneath a quiet leaden sky
Perfectly. The day pulls us ahead.
Thank You Lance
I was at the garden, with my spinning wheel (year of the sheep), week ago Saturday – spectacular sights
Thank you for your Words and photo
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Lance,
Wonderful poem of your bike ride, soft rain, branch, blossom, fragrance. Pulling us ahead . . .
Very nice Lance – I enjoyed it. A frame able poem and photograph.
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