February 26, 2014 at 4:21 pm (Open Link Night, Poetry)
Tags: dVerse, foxes, grey, micro poetry, owls, Poets, white, wings, winter
Arctic fox didn’t like his drab coat.
Summer grey wasn’t as lush.
He waved his tail and danced.
Calling the sun-dogs to the skies.
Pulling the Arctic cold down. Down.
The winter stayed too long. Too long.
Snowy owl came flying home.
Spring her time to come north.
Wings carried warm air sweet.
Spring flies home.
On the weekend Bjorn had an awesome prompt for doing a fable, which I missed, but I did a micro poetry fable about it on Twitter. I am sharing it here for OLN. It could become a future Poetics prompt, so take note 🙂
I took the photos last year of snowy owls coming north again in early spring through southern Saskatchewan.
There are some changes happening at the dVerse Pub that will make it better for our pub tenders and poets. Stop by and see what Brian had to say about it all.
January 8, 2014 at 3:19 pm (Poetry)
Tags: American Sentence, cold, compass, dreams, Jack Sparrow, poetry, spring, winter
Puffed up against the cold, feathered friends await the spring sun.
Packed up the Christmas tree, I can’t help but wonder where next we’ll be.
Minus 20 seems warm after weeks of 30 below: winter woes.
Frozen ears, tail and feet, wincing at his pain. He purrs. He is alive.
Fight the cold. Fight the faltering of faith. Live to seek the sun. The Son.
Warmer weather coming. A promise on a radar map. Skeptic waits.
Much to be done. Little desire to do. The battle rages inside.
Jack’s compass I need to see, my heart’s longing to lead me – but where?
A little late to the pub for the post holiday season #OLN (Open Link Night) for dVerse. Stop by and read some poetry. Share your own. Leave love. Always leave love.
January 7, 2013 at 9:01 pm (Poetry)
Tags: family, farm, Fun, memories, outdoors, winter
These are memories you don’t find in boxes.
These are memories you don’t plan.
These are memories made of fun.
Plain fun, old fashioned together time.
Laughing boys. Running dogs. Smiling us.
These are memories you keep forever and an extra day.
These are memories you don’t have to label.
These are memories made with silly smiles.
Plain old belly laughs, mile wide grins on red faces.
Loving times. Snowy days. Memory making.
These are memories you want to share, and yet keep just us three.
These are memories made on the farm and in the country.
These are memories made with simple things.
Plain up the road and back again fun. Spinning donuts.
Moments not captured but treasured. Memories alive.