sunday scribblings: no 290 my backyard
in my own backyard
there is an ocean of plentitude
tides slow surge
streams of alluvion drench delight
season to season suffuse
just inside the physical fence
boundary bubble bounce
the ebb and sweeping sound
incognito serenity halcyon
swaying flowers chattering chimes
the pleasure is purely mine
enticing escape bountiful beauty
never not once the same
underneath the canopy tree
the sight of silence soothes
Piece of Pie ala Mode 
Lovely imagery! I liked the choice of the words
alluvion..beautiful..gathers on my tongue like dust..this piece had a wonderful ebb and flow like playing on a garden swing..Jae
peaceful and serene
amazing piece.
love the homely imagery.
welcome sharing a free verse with us today.
smiles.
i can say this with certainty, i could read one of your poems and 49 others and pick yours out with ease. you have developed a very fluid and luscious style that is all, completely, your own. very nice works. always.