Poetry in Search of Meaning
Spring MorningBy Don Iannone
streaming through the trees
mellow yellow morning sun
in the cool shadows
plump red robin struts his stuff
ever playful cat watches on
Yessir!
I could see that cat!
having fun with tanka, eh, don? :)enjoyed these last offerings.
straight out of the biography of my gardencheers
I freeze at "mellow yellow." Some past tune comes into my head, "they call him mellow yellooooow..."
Yessir!
ReplyDeleteI could see that cat!
ReplyDeletehaving fun with tanka, eh, don? :)
ReplyDeleteenjoyed these last offerings.
straight out of the biography of my garden
ReplyDeletecheers
I freeze at "mellow yellow." Some past tune comes into my head, "they call him mellow yellooooow..."
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