A quaint mountain town called Love
Mother feeds the squawking babies from her mouth
Grub worms pilfered from rotting stump; home of the cottonmouth
Sunshine glimmers through clouds like strings from a cello
Illuminating the rainforest with a splash of yellow,
Spongey moss covers the forest floor
Tall redwood trees guard the evergreen door
After the baby sweater was buried in the ground
A stone with the word Pearl was all to be found
Leaving alone the woman in the Victorian mansion
Sipping Earl Grey tea on her back porch expansion.
© Crackerberries 2024
I am currently participating in the A-Z blogging challenge and one of my fellow bloggers posted a challenge to write a poem for her D post. I took the challenge and was quite pleased with the outcome. What do you think? "Am I a poet and didn't know it?"