Fireflies ride their tilt-o-whirl
Round and round the yard they swirl
Ghost dog clatters in his kennel, tail all thump and claws all rattle.
He's not there; I know he's gone
But I hear him still when night comes down.
Lightning flash and fireworks crash
Gardens bloom across the sky
And crickets sing, "Hey, it's July.
June is gone, let's say goodbye"
Very nice.
ReplyDeleteNicely said!
ReplyDeleteYour father and I agree we have one very talented daughter! Love your poetry. But then, your life is poetry, it just doesn't always rhyme.
ReplyDeleteLove Mom and Dad
A poet's heart distills in a few lines . . a season, a lost friend, a lifetime of observation.
ReplyDeleteAnd they can break your heart a little - even as they delight the mind's eye.
Well done.
Cathy M, thank you so much.
ReplyDeleteLisa, thanks!
Mom, thank you. Coming from you it mean a lot. Love you!
Cathy,thanks, one of my favorite things is when the words just pop right up, no need for thinking about it, just bam. Fun