I sit here
Sifting my basket of Junes
Birthdays and Sundays
And picnics
...
Read full text
I really like this - it's a kind of verbal photograph but with far more dimensions.
What a beautifully visual poem, I felt I was there, and a wonderful title too, drew me to it straight away
I LOVE the ending. We can learn so much from reading the poems of others, I feel bad many don't realize that..writing secret #1682 lol.
love the picture you paint... and the kite you left in the tree!
walking down memory lane.. what lingers are moments of joy with those loved.. i loved the thought and mostly the way you have presented it.. thanks for such a beautiful write.
i think you should sift July, August and September as this made some sweet reading...