Snowdrops on my doorstep: Don't Kiss Me, I'm Not Irish

Yesterday upon the stair, I met a man who wasn't there. He wasn't there again today, Oh how I wish he'd go away.
Hughes Mearns (1875-1965)

Pictures in my coffee cup,
Playing through the day,
Clouds gathering along the edge threatening to drain,
Meadow cowslips lightly tapping on my knees,
Wooded smells & grassy dew,
Sip my coffee & breeze disturb my prairie scene,
Lattice of honey dew,
My eyes move idly, murky surface shift,
Time is short, so gulp my coffee down
Out towards to paved concrete slopes I go,
Wishing for my meadowy landscape
Back in my coffee cup.

Snowdrops on my doorstep

Saturday, April 2, 2011

Don't Kiss Me, I'm Not Irish

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