Daylight Moon

It is 2:00

and the moon is out.

I wonder what 

the moon sees.

It is so strange

with daylight about

to think of the moon

looking at me.

The moon may cast shadows,

but those I can not see

for the sun is still shining brightly,

as bright as it can be.


     Today's poem is a little different because I wanted to share a photo of the moon that was out at 2 o'clock.  Has the moon been out early at your place too?  Today's poem challenge is to write a poem about the sun or moon.  One is thought of as being full of brightness, the other dark.  Do you think they would like to change places?  Have you ever wanted to change places with someone?  Did you discover that your own life was pretty good.  Have a good day.

Happy Marigold

                Desert marigold

          yellow and bright

          hosted a butterfly

          who paused in flight.

           When the butterfly

           flew out of sight

           I gave thanks

           for this morning's delight.


     Just looking at a butterfly makes me happy.  What beautiful, delicate creatures!  Butterflies belong to the Lepidoptera order, which means they have four scaled wings--but you'd need a magnifying glass to see the scales.  I think this butterfly is a hairstreak, probably the very common Gray Hairstreak, part of the gossamer-wing family, which can be seen in southern Arizona year round.
     If you were a butterfly, you'd always be smiling.  What colors would you be?  Where would you travel?  Can you write a poem today from the view point of a butterfly?  This is called a persona poem.  You take on the personality, or become the person (the butterfly) of the poem.  Think about the four stages of your life--eggs, emergent larva or caterpillar, cocoon, and winged butterfly.  Have fun writing and share your creations.

Phainopepla

A black bird

sits in a mesquite tree,

the phainopepla

calls to me.

He's as black

as he can be,

until in flight

he starts to flee,

then his white wings

I can see.

He calls warp, warp

from up in the tree

saying good morning

to you and me.

     The Phainopepla is a common bird to southern Arizona.  It is about 7 inches big and looks like a black cardinal to me, because they are similar in size.

What birds are common to where you live?  Can you write a poem about the birds?  Can you draw a picture to go with your poem.  Use your ears and try to include the sounds your birds make in your poem.  What ever you write today, have fun.

Counting

Count all the stars,

count all the moon light.

Count all the bird songs

that bring their delight.

And when you're 

done counting

here's what to do

take that number,

multiply by two.

The number is still

not as great as

the gifts I receive

from you,

there is

always more fun

when I am

with you.


    Happy Sunday.  Today is a good day for listening.  Can you write a poem about something you hear?  Have fun.

Wonder

Do you ever wonder

how moonlight

halos your hair?

How stars

twinkle and glitter

in the quarter moon air?

Do you believe rainbows

come at the 

best of times?

And poems

sometimes come

all set in rhymes?

These are days

I feel I am

a lucky one

to see another

day with 

a rising sun.

     What do you wonder about?  What do you think about when you look at the moon or the stars?  can you write a poem about that today?

     I have a special treat today.  My friend Cory Corrado is a brilliant photographer and poet.  She has designed a beautiful, awe inspiring book, NATURE SMILES, using both of her skills.  She has given me permission to share the link to her book with you.


        NATURE SMILES LINK (BLACKS.ca)
              
       
        https://as.photoprintit.de/web/85023931/showPublishedPhotoBook.do?ehash=fdd53d57730eed2e4ae929d26090552d&skipSessionTimeout       



Sorry, you may have to cut and paste to get there, but I guarantee it is worth the effort.   I hope you enjoy her book as much as I do.      
       

Magic Swimmers

Sea lions--

magic swimmers,

in their eyes

the sea's reflection.

Slick soft fur,

long dark whiskers,

they brush against me

with pinniped flippers.

 They sing

all day long,

a laughing tune,

a loud barking song.

Little Bird

A little bird

sits at my feeder

singing to me.

I smile and think

he is smiling

at me.

I smile, he smiles.

He sings

and I sing too

It seems to me

a happy 

thing to do

What a wonderful

way to spend

our day.

    The Carolina Wren makes a call that sound like tea kettle, tea kettle.  The barred owl calls Who cooks for you?  Who cooks for you?  Today listen to the songs of birds.  Aren't they magical?  Can you write a poem today about bird songs?  Please share your creation.

   Can you see the ghost of a bigger bird looking out for my little sketch?