Three Poems by Danny P. Barbare
A Cup of Coffee
Holding
A
Cup
Of
Coffee
Sipping
On
My
Reflection
I
Am
Warm,
The
Ripples
Are
Gone.
Odd Day
A
Tin
Roof
White
Rain
In
The
Window
A
Red
Fire
Truck.
Thankful
Foggy and rainy,
A house
So warm and dry. A crackling
Fire. A pot of soup, and a
Window to sit by and sip a
Cup of hot tea.
Author’s Bio: Danny P. Barbare resides in the Southeast United States. He has a deep Southern accent. He says he loves pecan pie. His poetry has been published locally, nationally, and abroad. His poetry has appeared in Taj Mahal Review, India. He writes short poems.
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