“syrup sky”

Written for:  The Twiglets #153 – “syrup sky”

Sun burst through
afternoon clouds.
Sky looked like
warm honey.

What if
the sky dripped
maple syrup

a tap in the tree
scent that wafts up to the sky
maple syrup season

There was a young lady named Hazel
who loved pancakes drizzled
with butter and syrup
she could not get enough
so lifted her plate to drink maple puddles.


About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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3 Responses to “syrup sky”

  1. Misky says:

    Love that sun burst


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