Inspired by challenges at Poet's Place Cafe, a forum designed to hone your writing skills. |
| Sitting Under My Flowering Pear The gilded banter quickens with each gust of wind. Speaking all at the same time, the restless leaves’ chatter rises and falls riding the wings of the zephyr scents of sage, apple, and honeysuckle hitch on board. The glitter of the golden sun peeks through the lacy canopy to eavesdrop while I let the lyrics wash over me. ~~ Judi Van Gorder Notes: ▶︎ |