More poems inspired by the U.P. of Michigan.
Bright
Sun in my eyes
pupils small
crinkled brow
I strain to smile
the rays are silent
but the growth
thunderously
billows in the grass and
greens as I
walk……..
Smile
I imagine happiness
smelling like a pine cone,
sweet, earthy,
real.
Windows
Hills and mountains
topped with trees
rocky islands
lined with leaves
evergreens
piney stems
greenlit views
sun sprinkled in
like little windows
on a birch
the rays more round
my view in search
of little fairies
watching me
I hear them scurry
I hear them flee.
Little Rock Island
Little island
distant land
isolated from
your own sand
your own trees
defy and find
through the cracks
birch and pine
row and tow
the people go
to test your water
with chill dipped toes.
You really use all of your senses in these poems! Quiet observation and really being in the moment paid off. Your "Smile" seems like something that would be very inspiring for kids. What do *they* think happiness would smell like?
ReplyDeleteOh, I like earthetry! Those dear windows! That is just what it's like! xo, a.
ReplyDeleteI love earthetry and those little windows too. You just gave me an idea for next Friday!
ReplyDeleteMy favorite here is "Smile"-- love the fresh and surprising comparison of happiness to the smell of a pine cone... "sweet, earthy,/ real." I'm totally with you.
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