The unfurling of a fern’s single frond!
springtime finds
even with icicle bluffs
grey days sing
Tag: #Spring
Good morning from the lakeside deck ~
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
Good morning from the lakeside deck ~
southeast winds
carry sounds galore
memories
#haiku #amwriting
Bear House Point
Day 6 – Sunday, Writing for April National Poetry Month with NaPoWriMo prompts.
Today we are asked to write . . . what is outside our window.
I sit back and watch the spring rains fall
Here rain also falls upon a first historic cabin, the Bear Point House
Bear House sits across from our cove and reaches out into the water ~ on its very own small pennisula
A most lovely house nestled into these Ozark hills ~
Bounded by Lake Ann
And its wildlife homes
Light peeks out its many windows
And fills the night
All in a friendly persuassion
That ~ it will be alright
A Little Haversack to Tote Your Day
Day 3 – April National Poetry Month
sweet honey sarvisberry trees
in early Spring white
suddenly dot our Ozark hillsides
down by the water’s edge
Moments Held Close
Day 2 – for National Poetry Month
my morning’s rise
a muted sun sits behind a humid sky
I gently and slowly glide
into the warm spring air
walking out along the Ozark ridge
a rich pagent of nature in prime-time
new jewels of golden crowns
play hide-n-seek down
by the woodland trees
high in the tree tops
squirrels play an extreme game of tag
even sleepy-eyed pops
two neighborly ravens mightly fly
through the cove
awakening predestined May flies
with promises of warm spring air
in the ease of close moments held
I find me in my nesting chair
