Three short springtime poems from my adventures tromping around outdoors this week. Cut After so much grey, brown, white, the smallest green shoots stretch upward in joy. Cringe as an ugly drone sounds, the mower cuts short the spring. Maple Sprouts Delicate small leaves a grove of hopeful seedlings on the forest floor Gatherer A… Continue reading NaPoWriMo Poem 6, 7, & 8
Chugging along! I actually have a lot more written but I'm finding it easier to hand write my poems. Sometimes I can corral the syllables and phrasings into a document on my phone. This month, though, I'm really trying to improve my poetry writing. It's easier to hammer out the stanzas on paper for me.… Continue reading NaPoWriMo Poem 2 & 3
A haiku as I restlessly wait for temperatures to get above freezing. Late winter sunlight calls me into the bare woods patchy snow, green buds
The beautiful vine maple outside our building had about half its branches snapped off in the heavy snow yesterday. I'm grieving for the tree's pain. I hope the remainder can survive. I've always admired that tree for its lush branches that house so many other organisms. From the moss & lichen to the chickadees that… Continue reading Maple poetry
The swallows return chatting on the wing while I stand on the ground alone
We're getting so close to the end of the month! Life is super busy (oof, when is it not?) I'm determined to get my 30 poems completed for the month, though! I've tried and failed at NaPoWriMo before so I really want to make it happen this year. My grand hopes for doing the poetry… Continue reading April 25th’s poem
When city lights dim and mankind just memory then true silence falls.