reaching through the neighbor’s
fence into late morning sunshine,
stamens tipped with pollen calling all bees;
the bronze of my son’s arm reflects
dappled sunshine as it
blesses us with
This is an original poem in response to Miss Rumphius' Monday/Tuesday Poetry Stretch. She says: "Rictameter is a nine line poetry form in which the 1st and last lines are the same. The syllable count is 2/4/6/8/10/8/6/4/2. You can learn more about this new form at Wikipedia."
I am late to posting this today. I have to admit I forgot it was Friday! Ah vacation. The Friday Poetry round up this week is found at Semicolon.