The Kitten
She sees the birds with focused eyes;
Still in this time her prey she spies,
A journey into the cloud…
She sees the birds with focused eyes;
Still in this time her prey she spies,
Little Brights Winter’s brown surrounds the melted ground pushed aside when buttercups pop. 4.16.19
Looking down
I saw looking up
the sky so brilliant
in the five petals
of the forget-me-not
The lost remembered
as we, like water, flow on:
connected spirits.
count four
up and through
repeat until 5;
22 count fabric
held gently flat;
Google Plus died, but CLmooc lives on. Since 2016, CLmooc [originally– Connected Learning Massive Open Online Collaboration], people from anywhere could participate in conversations, creations, and collaborations together, sharing ideas, … Continue Reading CLmooc Planet WebRing
What?
Rich red blossoms
of April bud on
a once ancient plant
The hunt is on ‘Til the bugs are gone. Npm19 Reflect curiosity and wonder — Go boldly and scatter seeds of kindness…
Motel Rows of traveler spaces Small away-from-home places Some stand where nature faces— A view for morning graces, Tired and weary, travelers find A spot to tarry and ease the … Continue Reading Motel
Garden Dried, crisp, brown; The garden withers Throughout winter. All through spring The garden revives; Moist, soft, green. Photo and poetry by Sheri 4.8.19 ————
Falling Chug and wheeze Chemicals in smoke Coal to gas Spewing puffs of Extract in the middle Of nowhere For power that Wind could create. Instead and despite The almost … Continue Reading Falling
Bold and Bright Vibrant peppers stacked On shelves in colors arranged So their freshness shines. Poem and photo by Sheri 4.6.19 —————-
Today I feel the walls: A flicker of light From a memory, A sadness of shadow From loss, A tunnel of The only current path, A turn ahead after … Continue Reading Tunnel Walls
Homes Away from my home, A grey day like this sad day; Robin shares her catch, A young grasshopper, no doubt; Her home awaits; I miss mine. 4.4.19
In the green of spring Ringing the yard all around Tiny Johnny Jump-Ups Hide amongst the blades, Painting purple pop ups, A joy to those who gaze And pause to … Continue Reading Legs