Tuesday, July 28, 2009

Azaleas


Fat azaleas red pink purple

azaleas shaking in morning sun

as children call children to play.

Oozing from thick bushes delicately

perfumed azaleas fat azaleas

bees spinning spinning spinning.

Children singing out names while

chameleons crawl in shining grass

lustrous azaleas bright satin.

Azaleas fat azaleas starlings slip

from branch to branch gliding to

bushes stretching red pink purple.


By Joan McNerney

2 comments:

The Bijou Poetry Review said...

Joan McNerney’s poetry has been included in numerous literary magazines such as Boston Review of the Arts, Kalliope, Mudfish, Spectrum and Word Thursdays. Four of her books have been published by fine literary presses. She has performed at the National Arts Club, State University of New York, Oneonta, McNay Art Institute and other distinguished venues. A recent reading was sponsored by the American Academy of Poetry. Her latest title is Having Lunch with the Sky, A.P.D. Press, Albany, New York.

Anonymous said...

"fat azaleas" feels wonderful for my mouth to say. thank you joan!

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