The Echo

Down in the hallow
where the violets grow
and the bluets dance
a do-si-doe
you might hear the wind
so gently blow
and if you lift your face
to call hello
you'll hear a reply
and think it's an echo.
Some say they can't hear it.
Others doubt as they must.
But I know for a fact
it's caused by
pixie dust.

     I'm happy with my poem and electronic art today.  It has been a long time since I've tried drawing on the computer and I can see I need to do more to get better at it. I think I must have had a little pixie helping me with this picture and it was so much fun to do.  Practice writing your own poem today.  today is the first day of June, so can you try writing a June poem?  Have fun.

Modern Haiku

the ancient path blooms

     buttercups, bluets,

          pots of gold

      These flowers aren't blooming yet, but still my eyes crave their color.  I love the delicate purpley-blue color of bluets.  They have long thin stems.  And the name of the yellow clumps of flowers--pots of gold.  It is like the person who named them stumbled upon a treasure.  Do you have a friend you would call a pot of gold?  Someone who is a great treasure to you?  Maybe these are flowers found at the end of a rainbow.  Can you write your own poem about pots of gold?  Have fun thinking and being creative.
      This poem is a modern haiku because it doesn't stick with the traditional 5-7-5 syllable pattern.  The season is in there though.  What season do you think this poem represents?  And what meaning do you think is in "the ancient path"? 
      I'm going to get out my water colors and see if I can paint a picture to go with my poem, perhaps you'd like to try that with your poem too.  Have fun.