Photo : A park near me.
fallen leaves are brown
bare branches now face deep frost
how time has moved on
through weary bones, but laughter
tends my soul holding time still
on rising soap bubbles
sound of children’s laughter
roar of the midway—
the toddler’s balloon
rises in moonlight
© Michael Dylan Welch
unadulterated joy –
infectious laughter of a child
a lightness of heart
Post in response to prompt from Carpe Diem Haiku: Joy
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….Fondest Memory of Summer Past
GIRL’S DAY OUT
Summer in the city, driving in Manhattan we stopped at an intersection. Waiting among the throngs to cross was a gorgeous six foot four inch Scotsman. Trust me, I know 6ft 4in when I see it) He was in full kilt regalia. Portia yells from the back,
“Hey baby! What you got under that skirt?”
“It’s a quilt you nut”, Gwen piped in
“Nooo! It’s a kilt”, Michelle chimed in.
Portia went on, “Don’t worry ’bout it, he knows what I’m talking about.
Look at that smile!”
By now most of the people at the intersection that was politely not staring at this hunk, now had license to do so. And they were absorbing the interactions between all of the occupants of the car and this hunk of a man. He was blushing all over.
Yeah, he did turn crimson red. And that smile!! We all roared with laughter, even the passersby.