Kay Bressner Poems

Lovely cumulus clouds they bring to mind,
a soft scoop looks just like the glowing moon,
or drift of winter snow that's bright and fine;
what magical, wonderful comfort food!
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There's no excuse for how, lately,
I've neglected the garden; but
it takes care of itself fairly well
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I think I saw a cormorant,
yet did he greet me?
no, he can't
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Hope is a raindrop,
a theorem,
creative thought
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The monk parakeets do so much chattering
by the park at 5: 30 near evening.

Sue appears to have lost her favorite feather,
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With 'midnight all a glimmer, noon a purple glow,
and evening full of the linnet's wings',
I love to walk 'long Poetry Road
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Little Sammy points

toward distant trees
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