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.)
About Bartholomew Barker
Bartholomew Barker is one of the organizers of Living Poetry, a collection of poets and poetry lovers in the Triangle region of North Carolina. His first poetry collection, Wednesday Night Regular, written in and about strip clubs, was published in 2013. His second, Milkshakes and Chilidogs, a chapbook of food inspired poetry was served in 2017. He was nominated for a Pushcart Prize in 2021. Born and raised in Ohio, studied in Chicago, he worked in Connecticut for nearly twenty years before moving to Hillsborough where he makes money as a computer programmer to fund his poetry habit.
Bartholomew Barker, Poet 
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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