laying the table
for summer’s picnic
in a brief dawn moment
when i remembered
not to forget
to look down
to notice
three favorite flowers
fritillaria
(a poem in a name)
(a poem of a flower)
and i smiled
all day
.
.
.
April 28th, 2017 at 3:08 am
i can hardly remember when i last remembered to not forget ~
May 1st, 2017 at 12:41 am
It is indeed, a poem withing itself. Beautiful!