Poetry Friday: Come In, Come In

Thanks to Carol at Carol’s Corner for hosting our post Thanksgiving Poetry Friday.

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A couple of times a month, I participate with a group of women in the "Mud Puddle".  We write for an hour on one or two prompts.  Last Saturday, I was introduced to Pat Schneider, poet and teacher.
This poem came from watching a short video about her.
Come In, Come In
by Jone Rush MacCulloch

Come in, come in
the tea is cozied
ready to sip
We sit on the porch
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Come in, come in
We eat toasted, buttered biscuits
mittened hands
around steamy mugs

Come in, come in
squirrels chitter
for the crumbs
in trees above

Come in, come in
We talk of daily records
reminding us been
here before - Viet Nam

Come in, come in
allow me to hold
your pain,
​catch your breath


©2020 (draft)

​Let's Welcome 2021 with a Poetry Postcard

Did you know there are 35 days until 2020 ends? Woohoo! Let's celebrate the New Year with a New Year Postcard? In Japan, it’s called Nengajo, a Japanese custom of ushering in the new year.

​Please join the party.  It will be fun!

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