I read this a couple of days ago. It must have been brewing in my subconscious because this morning while sitting on the patio doing my morning thing, the spirit of the coffee spreading through my veins, I realized I was in the midst of a happening. A quick poem came to me. Thanks for the prompt!
Apricot - reminds me of my childhood home where we had many apple trees but also one somewhat spindly apricot tree that every year produced a handful of petite pale orange apricots. Started my love of apricots and their very fleeting season.
I read this a couple of days ago. It must have been brewing in my subconscious because this morning doing my morning thing on the patio, the spirit of the coffee spreading through my veins, I realized the sun was a Crayola yellow, and I was experiencing a happening. A quick poem came to me. Thanks for the prompt!
Crayola Sun
The color of a yellow Crayola crayon, and more,
The sun, at this moment, backdrops
A silhouette of the chirpy wren
Poised on the branch of the sturdy, young, pecan tree
I read this a couple of days ago. It must have been brewing in my subconscious because this morning while sitting on the patio doing my morning thing, the spirit of the coffee spreading through my veins, I realized I was in the midst of a happening. A quick poem came to me. Thanks for the prompt!
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The color of a yellow Crayola crayon, and more,
The sun, at this moment, backdrops
A silhouette of the chirpy wren
Poised on the branch of the sturdy, young, pecan tree
Gentle breeze, bobbing leaves
Sparks of photons
Who set sail from their home in that Crayola sun
Nine minutes ago
Apricot - reminds me of my childhood home where we had many apple trees but also one somewhat spindly apricot tree that every year produced a handful of petite pale orange apricots. Started my love of apricots and their very fleeting season.
Love this, thank you.
I read this a couple of days ago. It must have been brewing in my subconscious because this morning doing my morning thing on the patio, the spirit of the coffee spreading through my veins, I realized the sun was a Crayola yellow, and I was experiencing a happening. A quick poem came to me. Thanks for the prompt!
Crayola Sun
The color of a yellow Crayola crayon, and more,
The sun, at this moment, backdrops
A silhouette of the chirpy wren
Poised on the branch of the sturdy, young, pecan tree
Gentle breeze, bobbing leaves
Sparks of photons
Who set sail from their home in that Crayola sun
Nine minutes ago