Tag Archives: Spring

Sleep Owl Sleep

Can you tell I didn’t sleep well last night? Worrying about things I can’t control. Yesterday walking into work, I, indeed, heard an owl calling in broad day light. He is working overtime this mating time of year. Maybe spring … Continue reading

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Narcissus’ Lesson

Day three of Na/GloPoWriMo (National/Global Poetry Writing Month) and day three of this year’s postage stamp inspired poems. This year I am alternating between new stamps and older stamps. Today’s stamp is new. Enjoy the poem and the lesson. Narcissus’ … Continue reading

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It is a good day

It is a good day Poured myself a stemmed glass of lime sparkling water, turned on the ceiling fans, and opened the windows to let the pollen come in And the bird song squawks, twerbles and melodic little tunes and … Continue reading

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Soothing rain

Soothing rain Steady tap Slow waggling trees All is green and slick, drinking. Gardens stirring. Motion of water tricking through eaves troughs. Country streams filling lakes, fattening fish. Surfaces dappled with rain drops. Rain drops on a string, a trajectory … Continue reading

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Flirty birds

Poem #15 – Stamp collection – National/Global Poetry Writing Month 2017 Flirty birds Spring birds are flirty birds whistling and posturing, showing of their plumage and nest building skill. They put on their lipstick, aftershave, and skinny jeans with bedazzled … Continue reading

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Attraction

Poem #14 – Stamp collection – National/Global Poetry Writing Month 2017 Attraction Like Pooh to honey A moth to flame A young boy’s fancy turns to love in the electric air of spring that beautiful time of sprouting uncurling from … Continue reading

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March

March In like a lamb only the crusts of snow like heels of day old bread linger in the shadows. The dormant grass is showing like unmentionables under a short dress. The fields are spitting rocks and the gravel road … Continue reading

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