I drown my breakfast
pancakes in syrup
but the dog still wants
more lapping up the sweet
Outside our window a maple
grows bright with pride
blushing her stately beauty
from green to orange to red
Waving in the breeze
as the Earth tilts
around the honey Sun
marking each season
(This poem was written with my friends at Waltonwood Lake Boone after I read some of my favorite tree poems to them to celebrate Earth Day. Robert Lee Brewer’s prompt for today was really an afterthought.)
Happy ‘earth-day’ Bart …
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And to you, Ivor.
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A lovely collaboration. A
Honey sun, very sweet
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The honey moon always gets more press.
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Good feed for my taste buds and eyes.
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Glad we satisfied.
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Wonderful vision.
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Thanks, Anita!
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Gorgeous Bart!💕
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Thanks, Cindy. It was a good session with the folks there.
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You’re so welcome and that’s lovely! 💞
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What a lovely poem! It makes me feel warm and cozy.
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Pancakes’ll do that. Thanks!
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Lovely poem
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Thanks
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