HEIRLOOM CREEK by Thomas J. Glasco

Cumulus clouds cloak mother and daughter.

Poet eyes glean subtle beauty gently tossed.

White bonnets adorn auburn hair.

Long, pale yellow skirts trimmed

With white lace, flair from tiny waists.

Arm and arm they enter arboretum.

His mind drinks this image,

Fountain pen rolls a rhythm left to right.


A dainty cloth is spread upon picnic table.

Wicker basket holds thermos of Geranium tea.

Heirloom teacups receive the brew.

Apricot scones crumble.


Bright Morning Star,

Why am I smitten with loveliness?

Answer comes on wings of Eastern Bluebird.

Son, don’t you remember

I created enchantment to keep you tender?

Bluebird song rises, chur-lee chur-lee.


Poet climbs arc of wooden bridge,

Turns for last click of shutter.

Below, Heirloom Creek remembers.

Categories: Issue 1 - Fall 2011, Periodicals, Poetry | Leave a comment

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