House finch on yellow feeder
wind chimes twinkle
announcing the start of
backyard theater.
Hummingbirds flutter
sipping from hanging crimson.
Lizard stops to watch,
bees buzz in suspicion.
Berries, snickerdoodles,
giggles and tea.
Soft sugar scents and fine linen
a dish of honey.
Daughter and me.
It's for you, Mommy,
daughter says.
She passes a gift
sketched in pencil lead
of a ghost
holding its head...
It’s my story.
I wanna make scary things too!
Cuz, I love you.
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Fiction writer. 🌱 Nature lover. Heavy Thinker.
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I could picture this so well. Very heartwarming!
Thanks! 👻 Now I want some snickerdoodles again… Mmm.
Ooh that end 👻
Thank you! 🙂
This is super-cool! The backyard imagery is so vibrant, that the ending! I could help but to grin. Your poetry is amazing, Kirsten. Well done! 🙂
Thank you, Mike 🙂 Sometimes I think the name Wednesday would’ve been perfect for my daughter. Hah!
Interesting!!
Such a amazing writer you are Kirsten.
Keep shining. Best wishes
Thank you so much, Devang! Much appreciated. Best wishes to you too.💫