Poetry Tuesday

I have some ideas for regular features on Tuesdays and Thursdays. It may take me a little while to get into the routine, but I'll at least give it a try. Summer is a good time to try something new.

So, here's the first... an original poem on a Tuesday morning:

At Six

Skinny legs and not-quite bangs

An army of freckles march across her cheeks;

face off on her nose

Big smile, perfect tiny teeth,

though hopeful wiggles dream of

under-pillow treats

She stands on the edge,

considers the depths

Her eyes lock with mine

"Are you watching?" they ask

A nod and a giggle and she's gone

Plunging down, out of sight,

only to emerge seconds later

victorious

glorious

glistening in the summer sun