Spring

Sun Sitting Still

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Good morning from Rogers AR ~

I traveled into work today along Hwy 71 with the morning sun seemingly sitting still in a thick haze.

My morning writing ~

Quickened scenes
Heavy curtains fall
Sun rises through

What is it that makes a day work for you?

When you feel you just can’t handle it today ~ yet you go ahead and stay then move through ~ so you too can rise!

Spring

Brrr It’s Cold Outside ~ for #NaPoWriMo Day 7/15

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Good morning from inside this morning ~ Freezing temperatures and grey clouds greet me. Who would ever know it’s really April by just looking outside?

My morning writing ~ 6 lines

Sitting inside
Looking outside

Bathed in greys
Water reflections of whole skys

All with the hint
of fresh spring greens

Spring

Spring Watch for NaPoWriMo Day 4/12

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Good morning from the lakeside deck —
Sunshine greets me and its 65 degrees! Warm with a forecasted windy day and storms coming for tomorrow. However, now there is stillness and quiet air lays over Lake Ann, with a slight south wind. Birds seem to know something is on its way as they are all out and feeding. All of us are in anticipation of what will come later today.

Haiku 3/5/3 and 3/5/1

Red-tailed hawk
Visiting hollowed out
Woodpecker tree

Two Cardinals
Sounding their songs
Spring

 

 

Spring

Sitting Underneath #NaPoWriMo Day 3/11

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This is a warm spring morning! It’s ALL GOOD . . .
Good morning from the lakeside deck – This morning’s write will be some short haiku as I have a full day.  Take good care and God’s blessing to all.

My prayers today go out to all those you are suffering from illness, war, and poverty.

Thinly veiled
Scattered gold sun rays
Pierce moments

Caught up in moments
“Please don’t take my life away”
Only you can see

You can see
My mind runs forward
Time will tell

Time chosen
Planes drop killing bombs
Children see

Pray for them
Sacred young children
Pray for them

#haiku #napowrimo #poetry #nature #prayer #ozarks #lake ann

 

Spring

A Redbud Spring #NaPoWriMo

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April is National Poetry Month and I hope you join me in writing a poem each day. Although I’m starting just this week, my goal is to write each day.

My morning on Lake Ann started the same way as all my other mornings with me going to my windows overlooking our cove. However, today I awoke to a beautiful white springtime snow which had fallen overnight ~

Light snow
Covers the docks and roof tops
Lining the soft curves of the cove

A master painter’s brush has
Outlined the hardwood branches
In fine Irish lace

Through open trees
Stands hints of green buds and first leaves
I can even see
Some mouse ear smiles

Sprinkles of pink
Are all throughout our cove
And over on the other ridge top too

I can see ~
Dozens and dozens of brand new Pink redbud blossoms
Painting a parkscape masterpiece

As the white snow caps lay
The snow itself looks pink

Like fields of lavender
Sitting in beds of pink tulips
With a touch of dancing buttercups

Was it the light?
Was it the fresh snow lift?
Yes, it was all of that
A true master’s gift ~
The start of our redbud spring!

Spring

Good morning from the lakeside deck ~

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Poetry prompt from Tweetspeak Poetry Press using writing exercises from Mary Oliver’s book, How To Write A Poem. My poem is based on the prompt using a poem by Stevens, Snow Man.

One must be a mind of spring
To feel the rich coolness in the air
And the ground unearthed

To behold the Ozark hills adorned
Sprinkled in spring pinks and service whites
And hold their softness in your arms

To be out and about roaming
Walking boldly among the blossoms
Feeling each new petal and young green leaf

And in April still breathing in pollen storms
While braving the weather forecasts anyway
To walk through the back hollows

Go down by the creek rock springs
And watch the clear waters flow
Then hunt for morels undeneath an old elm tree

Sit in wonder at a mountain lake
To see the sunlight play
And watch the southeast winds hit water tops
Making new disappearing wind-fans

One must have a spring mind
To know what is new
And to find their roots again