Honeysuckle sweetness twines
wild roses, waning now beside
the cracked asphalt path.
Quail scurry, chase dandelion gold
nuggets of nature’s whimsy, hidden
between stalks of lupine, lunging upward.
Beside a lichen-crusted boulder
clover nestles in dew-drenched grass
while robins roust seeds of sunflowers
stretching toward their source.
Sunlight plays on the children’s smiles
as they weave daisy chains and dreams.
Linking to dVerse Poets Open Link Night. The title is a line borrowed from a Mary Oliver poem (which I’m still trying to find). It served me as the prompt for this poem. This is a fun way to get the muse on board.
The doors open Tuesday, 3:00 PM EDT. Hope to see you there.