Pretending Poem by Maureen Pickford

Pretending

Rating: 4.3


The snow settles
on the bourgeoning
honeysuckle leaves
around our
kitchen door

It looks like
fake blossom

Our cat is stationed
under the nesting birds
twittering in the tree
at the bottom
of the garden

Shivering in his
thick fur coat

And I determinedly
slip, slip, slip
across the road
for my
morning paper

Trying out my
new sandals

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Paul Brookes 21 April 2013

Welcome to the British Spring. Good poem Made me laugh thanks for sharing

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Matt Mooney 14 April 2013

The complete poem-brief and beautiful,

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