there comes a time
when yesteryear’s tree branch shadows
gleefully
rub a vanilla
pop-up sun
into the picture
never erase the wicker chairs
the beach, the sea
or the lake
never discard
miniature umbrellas
by mary ann blinkhorn
there comes a time
when yesteryear’s tree branch shadows
gleefully
rub a vanilla
pop-up sun
into the picture
never erase the wicker chairs
the beach, the sea
or the lake
never discard
miniature umbrellas
by mary ann blinkhorn