Through the door
into another
world, my thoughts
behind me
pine cones for gifts, scrabble
is a game and I am the
dice
thrown about
gifts for me enter my mind
of deserving attitude
then the mouse
skitters
and the trap
placed near his escape
oh that doorway, my
only grasp of
reality, and I
take it with both hands.
Life is good, cherry blossoms
scented,
my taste buds accepting.
Richard L. Provencher
All messages for Richard or Esther can be sent directly to: richardprov2@gmail.com. They enjoy reading comments on their work. Readers are welcome to visit their website at: www.wsprog.com/rp/. Free downloads also available. They live in Truro, Nova Scotia. Canada. Blessings for your loved ones
