SOL 28/31 & Poetry Friday: Our First Poem!

 

Carol Wilcox at Carol's Corner is hosting

this week's round-up of poetic goodness.

She welcomes spring with Ralph Fletcher's poem, "Daffodils."

It started last Tuesday when we were playing outside. Jack took a deep breath, looked up, and exhaled, "Blue sky!"

On Wednesday, we stepped onto the deck and I pointed out the white blossoms from the neighbor's tree. Thursday morning when he went outside to play with his mom, he shared his and grandma's latest backyard find, "White blossoms!" 

Yesterday, we looked around to see what might be new in our backyard view. And that's when we spied them. I lifted Jack up for a closer look, "Green leaves." Tiny green leaves just beginning to unfurl.

 As we sat at lunch yesterday, with a view to the backyard, we chanted our poem and found the final line.

Blue sky

White blossoms

 Green leaves

Beautiful earth!

- Jack and Grandma

March 2019

 

NPM 2018: The Promise of Spring

National Poetry Month 2018
"Give praise with friends near and far,
flinging words to the sky!"
- Amy Ludwig VanDerwater

Today's poem was inspired by Community Collection 12:  Observation by Jeannine Atkins. After reading Jeannine's prompt, I headed outside to spend some time observing our blooming camellia.

The Promise of Spring

From tightly wrapped buds
to pale pink peeking through
to full blossom splendor,
our pink camellia,
laden with buds and blossoms
tucked amid rain-sprinkled
brilliant green leaves,
speaks of April's showers and
shouts the promise of spring.

© Ramona Behnke 2018

SOL 13/31: Goodbye winter, Hello spring!

Today I join my fellow bloggers in "serving up a slice" 

to the March Slice of Life Story Challenge community.

Thanks to Stacey, Betsy, Beth, Kathleen, Deb, Melanie, and Lanny

 for hosting this meeting place each day in March

and for nurturing our writing lives.

Daylight savings time means that I unplug the white lights on the deck, my own formal goodbye to winter. For a few years, I unplugged them on Valentine's Day, and then the end of February, and then I pushed it until spring one year. But really, the springing forward of the clock is the perfect time. And yes, I wrote about this yearly tradition during my first year of slicing here and here. 

Goodbye snowmen on the mantle

and white lights on the deck 

and hot chocolate (well, maybe not yet)

and wintry weather. 

Hello bunnies on the mantle

and daffodils on the lane

and budding trees

and springtime rain.