Weekly Photo Challenge: Fresh

Briskly beautiful morning
Sunrise lemon zest
Orange blossoms whiff

Perfume wandering the neighborhood
Jasmine taking over gently
Pale yellow sundresses blowing

In the breeze laundry hung
On the line drying with
Ease, bread soft crackles

Bed sheets newly placed
Warm fluffed towels
A new lovers kiss lingering

Still, opening a summer ale
Hand squeezed lemonade
Gin and tonic with a kiss

Of lime, tomatoes
Off the vine
In its prime, divine

**You can find other interpretations of “Fresh” HERE.

16 comments

    1. Hi Laura, It shows on my post that you “liked” it 🙂 I have the same trouble. The reader and individual posts don’t talk to each other. Not sure why??? If I “like” in my reader, it tends to show up in the post if I go to comment. It doesn’t work the other way around, if I “like’ the post and then see it in my reader, it doesn’t show that I have liked it, at least right away.
      Thank you for your perseverance and kind comment, it really means a lot 🙂

    1. Hello Aliana, thank you for your kind comment. Yes, I am partial to flowers too 🙂 And, I so appreciate that you enjoyed the words. They go hand in hand (photo/poetry) for me.

  1. You caught ‘fresh’ perfectly, Carrie. Your line “sunrise lemon zest” has taken up residence in my mind: so much packed into three words. As I look out at a gray windy day where the early bulbs are just now pushing through the leaf-litter of winter, I realize how much I needed these photographs and this poem.

    1. Thank you so much, Janet. I am so happy my words and images sparked some fresh spring love your direction.
      Yes, that line is so interesting…since when I wrote it to start “sunrise” went with the first line. But, when I started breaking my thoughts apart, it felt like it fit. And, as you pull it out I see why it is sitting there in your mind, all five senses are engaged in those three words, they just really make me smile! Spring has really sprung here, I thought it would be much later…but I am grateful that it is so apparent. In Southern CA it was so subtle I would miss it, every year.

    1. Thank you, Louise. This was a really fun poem to write, thinking about the word “fresh” brought out so many thoughts, it was refreshing 🙂

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