Friday, April 17, 2009

Tulip's Kiss

This morning i kissed a tulip. We had been flirting for days. Its face still buried deep in those green cheeks. Above me woodpeckers demanded a bounty as distant dove's cooed their peace. Teenage fraziers barely shoulder high stood noble and guarded. Under their tall furry hats I tried to make them giggle but they would not budge. I wagged a finger at them saying "one day". I decided to practice my saunter. At the top of the hill I cast the sun's first shadow. I was honored. My posse: two dogs and a dwindling cat who knew we would wait. Our morning rounds - life's coffee.

4 comments:

Georgia B. said...

wonderful short piece!

Claire said...

life's coffee... i can smell the aroma.

Ida said...

Wow, I loved this poem! Stunning =) It made me smile, thanks for sharing :0)

Maria said...

this is such a wonderful visual, I keep coming back to it, I can almost smell the fresh air (mountain air?) I love the analogy of "life's coffee"
oh, and the cat, been there.