under the crepe myrtle tree

i spread a basket of entrees-

bread of tulipped wheat

jam of lilac & lemon jelly

mudcookies & appled plum wine

you bring the orangeist sunflowers

with the plumpiest pillows & blankets-

we hug-cuddle as long-lost sisters

and oohed-aahed over orange cake

i place the buttersnaps & sugarwiches

on caramel daisied plates

there's gossip to be pickled & traded

& poems to read & spooned over

fresh pinappple bits-

we are going to have

the yarrowest & amberberried

picnic in the park

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub- Meeting the Bar:  Word play.  Join us for a fun way of writing poems - playing with words.  Thanks for your visits and comments.

Picnic, Then & Now

That first year that our family arrived in Ontario, we were thrilled to picnic along with some friends during the summer and autumn months.  We excitedly visited parks and lakes for a taste of fresh air, sun and maple trees.   Four or five families would decide what to bring (lots of food and plastic ware) and then we will meet in the park with our young children.   It was fun grilling meat on barbeque pit, feasting on fresh fruits and vegetables, and most specially catching up on each other's lives.   The children played ball, and chased the birds and squirrels.  

How times have changed over the years.   We find packing and preparing food for the picnic now tiresome.  Since our grown up children don't join us, it is just my hubby and I hiking and eating our Subway sandwiches in the nearby park.  The lighter our load, the more enjoyable our walks.   We still reconnect with our friends by going to someone else's house and dine in the outside patio with catered food.   It is not the place that matters now, but the bond of friendship that we most treasure.    

two geese fly eastward
as April clouds blanket sky-
tulips budding - joy -


Posted for dVerse Poets Pub -  Haibun Monday - That Picnic- with Gina as our lovely host.  Our theme for this week’s haibun is picnic!  Share with us a memory (good or bad or funny from a picnic – your haibun must not be fictional but a real experience!