Trees decorated with spring
budding green-leafed,
waving in windbursts,
stretching tall
dotted with oriole jewels
that glimmer and shine
in the Sunday sun
(Day 29: 1 subject 30 ways #metaphorpoem)
Trees decorated with spring
budding green-leafed,
waving in windbursts,
stretching tall
dotted with oriole jewels
that glimmer and shine
in the Sunday sun
(Day 29: 1 subject 30 ways #metaphorpoem)
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very nice.
Like kids killing time
on the street corner,
birds gather in flocks
on trees to trade jewels, as if
Spring were another sport
stacked deep in cards
to be traded away for the price
of a stale stick of gum.
–Kevin, not even sure how this poem about trading cards emerged from your metaphor poem but there it is …
I love this, Kevin!