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| This was my window seat in Petoskey, Michigan |
Gossamer light,
lake's soft breeze,
books stacked,
resplendently laze
midsummer day away
upon cushion of red,
like a happy toad
sheltered, protected,
tomatoes and corn
hand picked, sliced, salted,
fresh cut lilies.
I float upon aroma
as bees drone outside
my window screen.
This is surely bliss.
by Margaret Bednar, February 20, 2013
We are to write about a place, a home, a spot, where we are most like a toad, so to speak in 48 words or less. The window seat was my favorite spot in our house in Petoskey, Michigan - and I dearly miss it.
This is for Imaginary Garden with Real Toad's "Words Count with Mama Zen".
17 comments:
Window seats with down filled cushions are a first class ticket to heaven!!!
it does sound blissful!
Definitely sounds like bliss to me!
Definitely blissful.... enjoyed this...
What a beautiful place...Love the window seat!
Love your "gossamer" Wish I could lounge in gentle weather!
Lovely! Gives it a feel of a real toad! with bees flying outside. nicely woven.
I can certainly see why you would miss it!! Wow. If I could close my eyes and have your home-poem read to me I would have seen the image pictured...so to say, you did an excellent job with your descriptions, Margaret and in so few words. Beautiful~I hope there's something~a place that's comparable in your life now. ♥
I also love a window seat, and yours is gorgeous - fit for a very lady-like toad (toadette?)!
This is definitely bliss and the window seat transports me right there. Beautiful scene and a good place to start my morning.
Surely it is! :o)
ooooh i cannot WAIT for the tomatoes and corn. argh!
Something about a windowseat that is just 'resplendently' there to laze, to merge the inside and outside, to give that feeling of shelter and delight which is home. Enjoyed it much, Margaret.
Your poem paints a beautiful scene--great concrete details! I can see why you miss this spot!
This took me to a place of tranquility :)
a lovely place, summery garden sounds great
I know that feeling of bliss over a favorite spot, Margaret, and how much it can be sorely missed.
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