Poetry is everywhere!
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 while I watch rain falling
Here upon the first cabin, the Bear Point House
Across from our cove and on its own
A small pennisula reaching out
A most lovely house nestled into these Ozark hills
Bounded by Lake Ann and its wildlife homes
Peeking out many windows light the night
All in friendly persuassion
That all is right
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
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
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