#masonjar
i went to the market today
i bought myself a fresh bundle
not of your favourites, but of mine
of yellow and blue with green stems
tonight i will fill the mason jar fresh
with water and petals floating alongside
and i will watch as the petals drop
one by one i save them, dried
tomorrow i will go to the market
i will walk to the water and smile
i will skip rocks on the shore
and watch the waves stretch out for miles
i will keep those petals in a jar
those of green and yellow and blue
i will remember their place on my shelf
i will always remember you
Apr 12, 2022
Apr 12, 2022 at 12:17 AM UTC
The spider was not large who
interrupted my changing of the bed.
I startled to his jump. Quick
I darted to the kitchen,
rednose at my heels.
I grabbed a mason jar. When I
returned the spider had not moved.
My fear confined internally
and overpowered by innate love,
I adjusted the bed frame
so as to create sufficient space
for me to place the silicone embrace.
She jumped once more toward me.
I closed the lid and set her free outside
beside the beautyberry.
the end.
Apr 6, 2020
Apr 6, 2020 at 9:54 PM UTC
Late September creeps and greets like an old friend
Now we know we've reached Summers End
Lawnmowers rest as a rakes job is about to begin-
A crisp breeze (like a lover) caresses my chin
And now we know we've reached Summers End
The leaves I see are turning from green to a sickly yellow-
Autumn around the bend
Now we know we've reached Summers End
Flipflops for boots- tank tops for sweaters
Soon our mailboxes will be filled with holiday letters
Fireflies play a Mason Jar Melody,
Scarecrows orchestrate a beautiful harmony,
Forcing summertide to yield in jealousy
A foretaste of past recollection,
An embrace of the years reflection
To hard to comprehend
We've reached Summers End.
Sep 18, 2015
Sep 18, 2015 at 2:13 PM UTC