Two Girls, One Bucket

for dVerse

Picking up fallen peaches
squirming away from bugs.
I like dog kisses and cat’s fur
against my hands.
Not spider and rolly-polly feet
or ants.
Katie’s never feared a creepy-crawly.
Snatches peaches two or three at once
fills the bucket by the time
I’ve taken two from the ground.
She complains
she did all the work.

The King's River

Magpie Tale 131

shared with dVerse

I remember sailing on the king’s river
On the river in the summer, watching the shore slip by
Slipping by old castles among new grasses
Among the grasses I thought I saw a bard
A bard he was I know, for he held a harp in his hand
With such a harp in his hand I heard him sing
Singing of days long gone flown with the wind
The wind itself stopped to listen, and so did time
The times of old slid back into their places
In their places princes courted smiling maidens
Smiling maids rescued threadbare tailors
Threadbare tailors found their thread again
And with their thread sewed all the world back up.

Summer Morning

for dVerse

day light touch my face
morning wakes but I in bed
open eye then close again