Breakfast Moon
Strange winter fruit
hangs from a tree
like a frosty cold
tipped sugar bowl
dusting the ground
with icing
_______Colleen Redman / Imaginary Garden with Real Toads
Strange winter fruit
hangs from a tree
like a frosty cold
tipped sugar bowl
dusting the ground
with icing
_______Colleen Redman / Imaginary Garden with Real Toads
December 23rd, 2016 colleen Posted in Poetics
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December 23rd, 2016 10:30 pm
They can hold on in the cold surprisingly enough!
Hank
December 27th, 2016 8:21 am
is the moon the fruit or the tipped sugar bowl?
that’s no moon!
December 27th, 2016 9:32 am
Strange fruit… and all I can think of are lynched men despite the beauty you write about.
December 27th, 2016 10:14 am
This is beautiful! I get very excited over tiny poems. 🙂
I really like what you did with the line break after “cold,” as those naughty little buggers do hang on, long and hard.
I’m also picturing wet sugar, holding onto the inside of the bowl.
December 27th, 2016 1:01 pm
Like a permanent foliage in the winter forest. Nicely done in just a few words.
December 27th, 2016 2:16 pm
Perfect, Colleen!
December 27th, 2016 2:27 pm
You’ve embraced an already glorious image and made it more with your words. Love this!
December 27th, 2016 10:49 pm
That’s a sweet thought!
December 28th, 2016 12:21 pm
A sweet dusting of winter you’ve pictured for us.
December 29th, 2016 5:52 am
A winter moon sprinkling the earth with frosty sugar – lovely!