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Buds
by Maureen GlaudeA blur of maple buds
spreads before my feet
up and down and around the block
of the night sidewalk
scattered decorations
in red velvet
cushion my sandals
that make soft squishes
of their company
some will come home
with me, on my soles
this morning
at the picnic table
a small rain
of them
had left their confetti
in my hair
but now en masse
a blur of these same buds
carpets the cement
all this after my one or two
Baileys on ice
before bed
04/22/2005
Posted on 04/22/2005
Copyright © 2024 Maureen Glaude
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 04/22/05 at 03:28 PM ...maureen, what a gently moving, easy-to-see snippet in yo' life... wanted to sit with you...soft(loving) appreciation of Nature, well crafted, m'lady...peace, chaz |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 04/24/05 at 03:54 PM The last stanza gives this piece a new dimension, like a late night nature show to relax you along with the Bailey's before bedtime. Wonderful desciptiveness that works as well in Fall as it does Spring. |
| Posted by Jeffrey Parren on 04/26/05 at 07:59 PM nature and after-dinner type drinks go so well together! enjoyed this much...~JPP |
| Posted by Christina Bruno on 04/26/05 at 11:52 PM i love how you carry the buds with you all day long, it is a very pleasant poem :) |
| Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 10/01/07 at 06:30 PM Tonight I will have a "Bailey's on ice or two and muse with you again on this, I feel the "confetti in my hair" and the "soft squishes". The presence of this, the colors, will never fade, will always be "Buds". |
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