branches passing

there comes a time
when yesteryear’s tree branch shadows
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


15 thoughts on “branches passing

  1. sedge808 says:

    ‘rub a vanilla’


  2. Interesting indeed, the like button isn’t loading so consider this a like as well.

    • mypenandme says:

      My reader isn’t loading blogs I follow, 70% of the time. I wrote to WordPress. They sent me a list of things to try. I paid my techie to go through the list and make sure I had everything. He did and it didn’t help. That’s my story.

  3. Clever use of verbal relationships in a theme to create something witty and unique.

  4. alvason says:

    Aaahh! Mix me a daiquiri please.

  5. Raani York says:

    This is a very special poem. Very sensitif too!!

  6. Some uniquely strange associations create an feelings of wonderment.

  7. Maria M says:

    Highly visual and clever, I love it.

  8. an excellent colour-charcoal sketch

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