It is somewhat warmer inside now-
as I checked on the barometer today-
and my heaters are not always essential.
I don't think I will get pneumonia again
and I do not want to go back to that hospital.
I feel more alive and energetic now
although I was not lethargic in winter.
I can dress without a jersey, sometimes,
and my long black coat, outside.
There are fewer calls on the iPhone
thus more hours of silence at home.
My peach tree is wearing pink blossoms,
a sign of the seasons.
-15 September,2019.
Michael, very nice! I can relate, soooo many of my friends has passed away, at times I feel like the LONE RANGER. My Christmas Card list gets smaller every year. But, I live on to write another poem.
That's how I look at it too. Try to write as many poems as possible. I have lost a few friends also.
Due to seasonal change, inside we find warmer. Seasons motivate life with great dignity. Peach and plum trees have pink blossoms and these motivate poetic mind. An excellent imagery is drawn in this poem...10
I wish that I had peach and plum trees! Spring is always a welcome season!
I don't take those productive trees for granted. I feel that much better in spring, thanks.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
My peach and plum trees have pink blossoms.....a lovely portrayal of Spring season with a sense of joy. Beautiful poem Michael.
Thanks for reading analytically. Spring is becoming more obvious now with each passing day. I like it.