Monday, July 17, 2017

Abuzz

A fly that looked like copper
On a leaf of faded brown
Was there behind my dwelling
In this likewise faded town
And somehow it seemed proper
To forget my nagging frown
Such vibrancy compelling
When doldrums get one down.

2 comments:

Martin Kloess said...

Imagine - a well written poem with doldrums.

rch said...

Now i've noticed a nest of squirrels in the tree in the neighbor's yard, much more entertaining.