In the mild April showers Umbrellas bloom like flowers, Like tulips, upside-down In the busy town. The village stream hosts paper boats An enterprising child’s umbrella floats A sail tied to its wooden grip. Among those tiny coracles, A mighty masted ship!

As I prepare for the move Too many emotions all at once I ask “What should I get?” “Get an umbrella, Oh, don’t you forget” Said a friend “Get an umbrella, Better don’t forget” Said the other So I got two umbrellas As I prepare…

Umbrellas 1/2 marathon poem #5 Raindrops fall upon dancing umbrellas On an English summer’s windswept day Children jumping embracing their mothers In an English weather’s cabaret. (C) Scott Coe 2020

From space they look like pollen, (the umbrellas blooming on the beach) row after row by the shoreline, like a pollen garden planned and plotted on a grid (this section for yellow blooms, this one for the blue) with precision, obsession, waiting for the wind…