Waterfall Dreams
Sharp teeth gnawed
on bark and
felled a tree.
A dam began.
My ideas had been flowing,
stopping my dreams of a waterfall.
Summer memories
Summer memories were gathered
from the beach.
Shells were made into a bracelet,
with earrings to match.
My necklace was crafted with authentic art.
It was a summer to remember.
Wedding Day
Oxfords shining-
ready to wear.
His tie is adjusted,
He’s got to be there.
It’s such a great day to shine,
as the diamond dazzles.
The ring is ready,
to be slipped on to a nimble finger.
Street Cred
People said you have
to have street cred.
You only get that when you’re dead,
deep sixed somewhere, or
file nined in a cabinet.
I only looked the part.
Earth Revisited
Things made of dust
return to the earth.
The topsoil is rich and fertile.
In the spring growth is expected.
The wind blew fragrant petals
from a tree in our yard.
The blooms became mulch,
lying dormant until new life returned.
Dormant Spuds
Furrowed rows
Sand between toes-
potatoes lie dormant.
Spuds are waiting to grill,
chasing away a winter chill
warming bones
by an open fire.
Mary Bone's recent published poetry can be found at Lothlorien poetry Journal, Poetry for Mental Health, Our Poetry Archives, Highland Park Poetry Facebook Page ,Literary Yard and other places.
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