Note to self

birthday shadorma
To find perfect ripeness, catch it (Nguyen)

Midsummer –
seems the sad-eyed Fall
has inched in
year on year
how long ’til we see April
weep buckets of bloom

Fly by night
the waking hours
I recall
still quite young
something like a wilful end
in February

Balderdash!
you’ve ages to rock
up from birth
this July
blow the count of candle light
drink in each moment

© Laura Granby 2016

back with a brief birthday shadorma to link up with Poetry Pantry…and up next is my guest collage poetry prompt @ Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie  – give it a go!