Late Breakfast
Soft rime
tickles the pillow
that rests on earth's bed.
Crystals
craft clean sheets
across the lawn, neatly spread.
Feathered frost
ruffles night's comforter,
day dawns in gingerbread.
Welcome to Bloom Chronicles, home of a writer who wanders
but is not (always) lost. After many years as your average vegetable gardener,
I became a flower gardener overnight when
we moved to twenty-five acres in the country where
several gardens awaited renovation.
With vegetables I grew food. With flowers I grow food for thought.
Reflections, ruminations, and rhymes bloom here for your enjoyment.
---Coleen Johnston
www.coleenljohnston.com
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