Tag: summer

no singing in the rain

Poem prompted by First Line Friday and popped into the pantry @ Poets United


“A violent windstorm the night before the solstice” Jim Harrions ~ Solstice Litany agrarian ancestors were thinned from the blood far too many centuries ago some four or five families back there were at least woodsmen with knotty, close-knit hands reaching for the soil, the saw,…

Pilgrim blue

I cannot let this month slip past like so much dandelion drift without a nod to bluebell woods broad oceans under ancient beech such fragile stemmed parabolas hung with bells as bait for bees violet hues in deep blue shade scentsational is May’s crusade…