where the black and marigold cat stalks
with head and tail held high, past the shrubbery,
teasing the little white lap dog behind that picket fence,
who romps back and forth,
its shrill bark piercing the morning quiet.
Take a right on Mulberry Lane to the coffee shop
where for a moment, that strong scent of lemon,
tea, and hot lattes offer distraction.
Maybe we could walk far enough to the beach
where waves roll in, splash on the sand,
and the next line of waves returns,
at least until the tide turns.
We'll talk softly, stare at the horizon,
and maybe we'll smile.
Image from Pexels on Pixabay
NOTE: With special thanks to Morgan Dragonwillow and OctPoWriMo for her encouraging prompts that lead a few of us to try to write a poem a day! Check out what others have written!
oh yes... maybe ... thats hopeful and i love Hope..
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Well that made me smile and I love the pic....just lovely...thank you !
ReplyDeleteGreat poem. I can't wait till we can go to coffee shops and smell the scents of what you describe.
ReplyDeleteBEAUTIFUL and thoughtful and it leaves us hopeful.
ReplyDeleteWhimsical and hopeful... lovely!
ReplyDeleteBeth, I could see the walk unfolding with your vivid descriptions. Thank you! As always, great to read your words. xoA
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