Announced today, we can hug.
In the park, you watch a tiny chipmunk scamper up a tree.
A cool breeze blows through your longish, white hair.
I watch you smile.
clouds move for the sun
time slips through silver threads
nature’s drum beats on
A Quadrille for dVerse Poets Pub.
Write a poem of exactly 44 words including the word “drum”.
Doors open at 3 p.m. EST. Happy to be your host.