Green leaves studded with dew,
quivering blooms, pallid in
the early morning light.
I watch the striped caterpillar crawl,
tentative, alert to birdlike movements,
arched and insistant, a moving jewel.
The roof rack is piled unfeasibly high,
with suitcases bound, bright coloured
ribbons, streamers tied tight to the bar.
We are both awaiting the hordes,
the gaggle of women, the slow stride
of men, and the goof of children.
Who will wave hankerchiefs, throw confetti,
hold flowers and song sheets, and watch
as this special day unfolds without a hitch.
Written for wordle 20 at The Sunday Whirl using all the words.
Not easy ones this week! Particularly goof and birdlike!
But as always I enjoyed letting the wordle lead me and seeing where I ended up. . . and I ended up with this tale. :-)