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.

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