The Gazebo leans.
Ivy creeps on the concrete base.
Crooked planks tilt.
Wild roses welcoming.
A tiny insect on the wooden desk.
Warm air, morning mist.
Rain-drop pearls on straggly grass.
Wild flowers scramble on Ruairi’s rest.
A white butterfly visits.
Bird chirrup In a tangle of thorns.
Blackberries still green.
to screech at full-tide.
The Gazebo tilting on the southerly side.
6 thoughts on “Tangle”
the wisdom of mindfulness, of pointed attention…i am captured by the images…wonderful poetry, Teri.
Thank you so much Virgilio, a big compliment from someone who writes such beautiful mindful moments as you.
Beautiful Teri…The rhyming ending a musical note for these lines evoking a moment in harmony
Thankyou Jana, I appreciate your comments very much, your writing is astonishing.
Love your work!
Thank you, the feeling is mutual, your words sing to me.