spring-green grass in Julysun sets slowly
wind settles down
poplars lay down their jazz hands
nestled into the night
birds take turns
praising the day that has been
waxwings wax eloquently
robins shredding from trees
jays scream across the tree tops
angry that the day is done
one last song from the sparrow
phoebe performs a last phoe-be
a perfect day
7 comments:
Lovely post Jenn, you have some talent here!
Hello, Jen! Pretty poem! Happy Friday, enjoy your weekend!
Hari OM
Fab-you-lush!!! YAM xx
A good poem, Jennifer!
a beautiful writing - it flows nicely!!
Thank you for sharing your perfect day! You paint a beautiful word picture!
I can see those words around a photo,and print it and frame it and hang on the wall.( Just like the story, "prick it and pat it and mark it with T, and bake in the oven all for me"!!) Lovely photo reflection.
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