Where is her head I think I know It’s in the wispy high clouds though She sips her joe looks at the moon The day begins with sunrise glow Inspired by Robert Frost’s poem Robert Frost’s poem, “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening”. Image taken at sunrise in Glen Arbor, Michigan.
storm clouds hide full moon veiled, yet faith believes clouds part, enlightened Photo by Hulki Okan Tabak courtesy of Unsplash
June,irises spent,lilies bloomingallium bursting like aliensnice cream and cherriesblue and strawberriesbarefoot walks in the yardfollowed by hammock respiteJan 6 committee hearingsopen windows and ceiling fansgreen, green and more greenenergetic thunderstormsmoon phases swallowed by tree leavesa good place to be today,June All photos in the collage were taken in my neighborhood in Troy, MI
I am looking for the morning moon a waning crescent curl today, the sun has risen fully so, she will have to share her shine The Day Twenty-eight prompt is to write a concrete poem, a poem in the written in the shape of its subject.
Come to me tonight dear oneLet my eyes rest uponyour glowing countenance I know you are thereeven when you don’tgrace me with your presenceI know you have many other loversbut my love for you abides My whole history intertwines withyour ever-changing selfI’m dejected when you hide behind petulant cloudsI laugh with delight when you tease … More Beloved
Ah, Moon, I gravitate to your grace,admire how your beauty dances a pas de trois with Sun, Earth Your spirit, inspired by Sun,interprets this intensity,offers your choreographyto Earth Who keeps you at a distanceso we see your light perspectivein waxing/waning forms from afar We don’t see your pocked faceor your rocky spheroid body,just your unique rendering of Sun’s light, Your creative process ofconstant interpretive dancedeepens my attraction toyour rhythms Your imagination… is mostly an accidental dance between collected memory and influence… a construction that awaits … More Moondance
Sharing a timely poem by my friend at Sgeoil. I walk out into a calm morn a peaceful sky of orange hues and a waning crescent moon My thoughts rest on the other side of the world with mother’s tears and shells raining down skies full of smoke and smoldering fear I long for Cerridwen, … More Time for a Goddess Intervention
“Notice my creation for you,” god keeps reminding me through soft wind whispers. So, I notice the way dark lines of empty branches thrust themselves against the soft blue sky. I notice how creation is over the top with variety, squirrels black, red, and grey fluffy tails or wispy ones, symphonies of bird songs each … More Love Poems
What brings joy to my cat’s heart I wonder? A loose hair tie on the floor to play with? Or an unexpected tuna treat? What about the squirrels outside? A playmate to chase in circles up a tree? A cozy nest to share up high? What about the random deer who saunters through the yard? … More Twice Blessed [haibun]
autumn leaves fallen half-moon plays in wind-swept clouds changes fill the air Photo by Pawel Czerwinski courtesy of Unsplash
Wind Rush 