Poetry in Motion

Paper-thin, tripartite, the small blossoms of the dried hydrangea bloom


Jade green, translucent, like a whisper of summer


under the trees, in the shade, out behind your grandmother’s kitchen door


with smells of earth and loam and fresh-made bread wafting on the breeze



becomes a mere mulchy mess


under the chubby hands of a very inquisitive two-year old.


1 Comment (+add yours?)

  1. The Mom
    Oct 26, 2009 @ 06:49:25

    Word pictures make me happy.


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