Feb 2017 Ronald D Lanor
Montana
Sticky sweet memories
cling to the side
of my mason jar mind

Like blackberry jam.

Berries plucked
and kisses stolen
beneath a sultry summer sky.

Nothing but sweat and
white teeth and
purple stained finger tips.

But now it's cold--
too cold
for blackberries.

I spread what's left
of the jam
on some dry toast

And savor the taste.
Ronald D Lanor Feb 2017
morning tune
of the bellflower

a quiet yawn

from her
dream shaken
hair

whispers
a cottage bird's
ballad

the melody
of a forgotten wish
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adrift
in a meadow
of starlit rain

the hidden dance
of a geranium
symphony

gifts the valley
with a hope
anew

a soft spoken
promise

from the
bill of a crane
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kiss of
the midnight
moon

upon her
cactus flower

gentle lullaby

in the valley
of the wren
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maple breeze
on sylvan breath

chants a hymn

upon the silhouette
of the song
sparrow

a reverie
in autumn's blush
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written
in moon dust

a vestige
of forgotten notes

dance upon a bouquet
of midnight
orchids

call of the
ancient calm

quill
of the night
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duet of the
butterfly sunset

summons a prelude
on cathedral
meadows

bathed in the
coriander dew

of a christened
slumber
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