By Danny P. Barbare
A Bowl of Ice Cream
Ice cream in a bowl makes everyone sweet as if to get along if only for a carton scoop for scoop whatever your flavor.
Riding to the Mountains
In the mountains I see the proud blue sky and the trees as the flowers greet you the apples are sweet as soon the leaves invite you into the hills quite friendly and colorful. October is home.
A Winter Poem
A downy flake tickles my tongue inspiring word for word swirling down that sticks.
September Ride
Apples and peaches for sale hipped hop to the mountains we ride where a neon sign glows.
Mountain Poem
Words on a piece of paper are just the ink of The Blue Ridge.
The Spinner Spider
The Spinner Spider I seem to be quite fond of writes. And has plenty of patience for a bug.
Danny P. Barbare resides in the Upstate of the Carolinas. His book A Collection of Poems is available to order through Barnes & Noble.
