P M S N o. 1225
little sigh
of summer yellow
of summer yellow
you ease your soft head
onto our laps
as we sit at the picnic
tables of august.
the monarchs on the
joe pie weed
have our eye so
we don't notice you
reaching your peek,
until your soft voice
clears it's throat
and trumpets orange
-Alyn Carlson
-Alyn Carlson
Photo by Sylvie Van Hulle
found here on flickr
Oh, wonderful words! Love!
ReplyDeleteWonderful poem!
ReplyDeleteThanks for publishing my photo!