Although there are a lot of little beauties here, there are literally tens of thousands more, of this or other kinds, waiting to bloom. I’m going to be checking back every few days so I don’t miss anything!! And oh, the lovely light of a spring morning!
A Prayer in Spring by Robert Frost
(first verse)
Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers today;
And give us not to think so far away
As the uncertain harvest; keep us here
All simply in the springing of the year.
Fall swept into town today on the arm of October, their entourage of glitterati wrapped in golds, greens and reds. With a bow to Summer, she shook her tresses, sprinkling the ground with richly-hued jewels, wet with Summer’s falling tears, then blew away to somewhere else, chill and wind left in her wake.
Apologies to anyone who read this on Poet’s Corner, but I wanted to share it with my friends here with the addition of several of my photos. This poem my response to a challenge from Whimsy Mimsy (http://whimsymimsy.wordpress.com/2013/03/21/group-challenge-prompt-kind-o-thing/) to write a sensual or romantic poem using the words tea, twill, coalesce and plural. I will repeat my annoyance that WordPress won’t allow formatting without a great deal of effort and a dark background, so my original formatting isn’t here. Hopefully the content of the poem stands up to the loss.
Summer Heat
Twill sleeve
brushes my cheek
as I pour your tea.
Love and desire
coalesce like the condensation
on the china lips of the teacups
The plural heats of tea and summer
kiss you.
I follow their example
while the scent of jasmine
wafts gently through the still air.
Falling snow dust
floats lightly onto grass and bushes.
Brilliant winter sunshine
transmutes magic into moisture.
The earth rejoices
as I mourn the loss of beauty.
My husband sent me this poem by Ogden Nash the other day, his new favorite poem. As we’re the proud parents of two girls/young women, I understand why! 🙂
Look out, prospective suitors!!
I wish I were in Boulder
on top of Lookout Mountain at night (more…)
The Friday Fictioneers virtually gather each Friday (and often on Wednesday and Thursday as well) to publish their 100-word pieces inspired by a picture prompt posted by Madison Woods on her blog. New writers are always welcome and you can read any or all of the other entries by clicking on the link at the end of my piece. The photo this week is by Sandra Cook.
The Journey
Life in eight haiku
Young and filled with hope
Gentle smooth wide path beckons
Birds singing in trees
Walking together
Joyful talk with much laughter
Sturdy trees grow close
Dangerous trail now
So slippery and narrow
Easy to plunge off
When I trip or fall
Your hands help me rise again
Sun’s rays warm us both
Dark verdant foliage
Tempting us to turn aside
Onto wayward path
Weary from our walk
Searching for flowered meadow
Welcome refreshment
Dark clouds overhead
Continuing side by side
Weathering the storms
Long journey ending
We reach the top together
Home awaits us there
He wrote letters and I never got them.
I wanted to forget him
and thought I had; (more…)
I wake early
(no surprise.)
Sunlight peeks in
through the half circle window
above sage curtains. (more…)
