life’s banquet…
Just like that the front yard has gone
complety cockamamie with splendor:
cinquefoil, roses, columbine, lilac, spirea.
Apart from watering I take no credit for
such dazzle. I am merely one of the riff-
raff who did nothing but waltz in at just
past five yet still received a full day’s wage.
Some adamantly deny the free lunch in this
world. Such talk is baloney; I know better.
To repay my debt of thanks I paused this
evening to bow my head over the redolent
smorgasbord just outside my front door, then
closed my lollygagger eyes so as to fully inhale
the prior owner’s vision of a merciful vineyard.
your feet are beautiful
Thanks, Mike…
Amen. . .
Thank you, Carolyn…I hope you’re doing well.
I’m pretty new to your blog, Mr. John Blase, but I wanted to comment that I really like and appreciate your words. I’m glad I started following, and I’ve shared you with my friends. Thanks!
Nice to meet you, Wes…thanks for following along and sharing too.