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
while scents of sage, apple,
and honeysuckle hitch on board.
The glitter of the golden sun peeks
through the lacy canopy to eavesdrop.
~~ Judi Van Gorder