Tag: poem

Home

 

I love holidays,

time away from it all, but

there’s no place like home.

 

by Scooj

Morning airport drive

 

Barcode staccato

road, sunlight cuts through the trees;

it’s home via Rome.

 

by Scooj

 

Insect bites

.

Beastly legacy

of an Italian trip

helps us remember.

.

by Scooj

Montone

Cluster of houses

and a fortified town wall

medieval streets.

by Scooj

Esibizione degli sbandieratori del castello

 

Italians do

medieval pageantry

so brilliantly.

 

by Scooj

 

Lucky find

 

In Cortona streets

I chance upon some wheatpasres

well, who’d have thought that?

 

by Scooj

Umbria

 

Rolling wooded hills

peppered with small farmhouses

unparalleled view.

 

by Scooj

Journey

.

From an early start

and weary miles; cicadas

sing us a welcome.

.

by Scooj

Time for a break

 

There’s too much to do

what is undone stays undone;

holiday begins.

 

by Scooj

He’s back

.

Uncontainable

joy, meeting my boy from camp;

hope the feeling lasts.

.

by Scooj