the green, virgin meadow is awake now

taunting the little frogs of big rocks


icy dews from tiny tips of grasses drop

one by one as the sun slowly rising


on the hazy edge of the horizon

stumbles petty shadows of the earth


yummy thoughts of food brainstormed me

churning my stomach over and over


the sheet of moonlight is fading

good morning saturday!





About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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17 Responses to saturday

  1. Jennifer says:

    Love the surprising shift of tone in the final line!

  2. I like your vivid description of “the green virgin meadow is awake now,” everything has color and shape and motion in your poetry, you can almost feel it!

  3. David says:

    Just a bright bit of sunshine….loved it!

  4. jymiely says:

    gloomy, wet saturday for me though, but the chill I much more enjoy it, good morning! 🙂

  5. Lamberta says:

    Great poem for my favorite day of the week. 🙂

  6. cloxdaabsentee says:

    I like this one! I dont think you needed that last “saturday” at the end tho. Just good morning would have done it

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