Rhubarb and Strawberries

 

 

 

Rhubarb and Strawberries

 

 

Your little flip-flops

Have left a trail

Of mud stamps and

Dried golden Thyme Leaves

 

Mama won't be pleased...

 

But beneath a cream smeared blue

A drizzle spurts

From a thumb-pressed garden hose

 

Your laughter puts me at ease…

 

I rumple your hair

Despite the objections

Dewdrops in sunshine dust

And your sister's lazy humming

All joyful little flecks that kiss

The afternoon breeze

 

You never

Aimed to lecture

But I learned by watching you

Lean to draw pencil lines

 

There was still plenty of earth

To bury rhubarb and strawberry seeds..

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Photo and words took me to good places. I like the gentle story in the poem. I like the ending to the outstanding poem.
Coyote

[YouoweYoupay]

Thank you, Coyote. I'm glad you passed by. : )

-youoweyoupay

[Barbara Walker]

great imagery and a soothing feeling after reading!

[YouoweYoupay]

Thank you so much! I'm glad my poem made you feel calm. : )

-youoweyoupay

[An owl on the moon]

I love your brilliant journey of thought that mixes metaphors and the magic of a simple scene to awaken the mind and heart.

[YouoweYoupay]

Thank you, Craig! A flick of inspiration had me writing in an instance, so I believe it could use more polishing. I'm so glad you stopped by. Have a great day. : )

-youowe youpay