sailboats drenched in fog dreamy visions float along— quilted in the clouds (Photo by Sharon A Gibbs)
Rainfall slows me down to drop chores, draw near nature —wet kisses court me (Photo by Sharon A Gibbs)
Play It Forward, a Tweetspeak Poetry writing workshop, encourages us to incorporate play into our writing and personal life. My recent visit near a wooded area resulted in photos and some writing fun.
In a recent poetry workshop, we were asked to write a poem from a memory about Grief. The memory of a few trees had the power to remind me of a special person and the realities of life.
Lessons in Physical Education Lines of freshmen girls intersect at the locker room door, making way to second period Phys. Ed.
Wings of Grace We caught glimpses of gold on our Sunday walk. The glow was as though we were listening to brass— as if nature’s baritones commingled with the horn of the high-pitched piccolo.
An Unexpected Comfort October skies thin. Carnal colors fall at my feet. Nature’s busy needles knit glowing cloaks of color, embroidered in piercing reds.
Autumn Surrender Night rain leaves traces on autumn floor. Morning light lays slant on beads of rain. October breeze towels leaves dry.
October Rose I sauntered along the border of the shimmering parking lot, past shiny-leafed plants laden with day-long drizzle. I lingered in October rain, admired the quench of leaves surrounding a show of pink roses.
Foliage on fire; Blaze of color cascades down, Douses boughs of fir.
Cicadas’ songs lulled summer to sleep. Now the crunch of fall’s carpet crush under my feet. I pull up my collar to block the nip in the air.