Picnic Season

Picnic season is over

Because the ground

Is covered with leaves

Bring a cup of coffee 

A picnic it will be!

We will build a little fire

A hot dog we will roast

Warming near the fire

Marshmallows we shall toast.

We can have a picnic 

If only in our dreams

I will meet you on the morrow

Where nature's beauty gleams.

When the snows start flying

The leaves all covered in white

Our picnic we will bring inside

To keep our hearts so light

The world demands we follow

The rules it lies before,

But we will meet tomorrow

For a picnic on the floor.

Author's Note

The photograph was taken and edited by myself. This was a gift for a friend last year because we were not allowed to picnic at the time.

Reviews

[Chris]

The accompanying pic was well perceived and artfully taken.

[Constance Payne]

Thank You, that is the best compliment I think I could receive.

[Chris]

welcome - and it was meant...

[Claire Twinn]

Denied a picnic- how sad! Perhaps you could have a virtual picnic?

[Constance Payne]

We just met in the floor and had our picnic and our laughter and celebrated living.

[Samuel Dickens]

This one made me smile. I'd never really thought about it, but perhaps a "picnic" doesn't have to be traditional and is more a state of mind. You must've been very good at playing when a child.

[Constance Payne]

I have been told I had quite an imagination...I am blessed to have kept it.

[Chris]

Wonderful writing and a lovely flow. Based on a picnic.

"We can have a picnic
If only in our dreams
I will meet you on the morrow
Where nature's beauty gleams." [Great verse]

[Constance Payne]

Thank You, I was not sure about the word morrow. Borrowed it from those past (Shakespeare and the like)