Month: September 2016

giant pencils
stacked in the river box
poems imagined

Farmhouse kitchen family gathered
around the table shucking corn,
ceiling fan stirring the silk.
Cat napping in the corner
as they drink iced tea.
Bounty harvest
sustains through
coming
year.

No speech, only
    violins, violas, cellos, bass
        flying across stings,
        gusto, allegro
then

plucking staccato.

Bows rising in unison
like toy soldiers.
Andante, smooth, sleepy rhythm.

Strings play a story
for every heart to hear.

Bravo!