River Ghosts by Merril D. Smith is on deck in my reading pile. Of course I read a book of poetry – 1 poem every morning with my coffee. I will be savouring her words. Meantime…
How is the sky blue
when the world is grey-shrouded,
where sunflowers drip with blood,
and parades are strewn-confetti-terror?
Today, the sun and clouds are a lemon meringue pie.
Celebrate with me. Make memories of bird-dawns and moon-songs,
wine-kisses and laughter. We’ll ignore tomorrow.
A poem for dVerse. I’m hosting Quadrille Monday. The prompt word is celebrate, as we’re celebrating the 11th anniversary of dVerse this week.