Downy droplets drop down
upon my
silky slippery surface umbrella top.
The sunny sun shines
beautifully onto
big bountiful barked trees
who shake.
While, rosey red Rudbeckia hirtas
do a daywork dance
for the
bumble bees who buxomly buzz
in the wake of the morning day.
YOU ARE READING
Mirror in Front of Me
Poetry" You stand there, as life less as a doll, as still as the night, watching me with, those sorrowful eyes,"- From the poem, And you whisper... "Mirror in Front of Me" is a collection of poetry where I am able to express myself figuratively where sim...
