heart-shaped spots,
sun spots
flit, flutter and dance
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Turning Circles
heart-shaped spots,
sun spots
flit, flutter and dance
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Lune a Lark
butterfly spreads wings
a lark sings
oh, the joy spring brings
Copyright 2016 Brenda Davis Harsham
Note: This is my first attempt at a lune, and I was in a rhyming mood. A lune is a haiku variant with syllable count of 5-3-5 instead of the usual 7-5-7. Morgan wrote a magical one. I know I saw one a few weeks ago on Poetry Friday, but then I lost track of who’d written it. If it was you, let me know, and I’d be happy to link up.
Thanks to Michelle Heidenrich Barnes, a prolific poet and champion of poetry, at Today’s Little Ditty for hosting Poetry Friday.
The butterfly is a Tiger-Striped Longwing (Heliconius ismehius). The photo was taken at the Boston Museum of Science’s Butterfly Garden.
Scilla Song
You should sing the blues,
but your music’s too sweet,
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Earth Tones
Creeks sing to wake the frogs.
New leaves whisper, waking the wind.
Old, crooked trees have their own
music, a quiet unfurling of
wandering woodland notes.
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A Butterfly Charm
American lady
butterflies
charm and
delight
every child.
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Fantasy of Summer
Waves of heat bake golden sand,
splashed by frothy waves. Gulls
and sandpipers dot grassy dunes.
A long, tall drink comes to hand.
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Color of a Rose
Used with Permission of Resa Swork
Spring Angel
softer
snowfall
in April
a winged angelic and feathery stillness
heralds divine music from above
the icy confection
reminds of protection
brings a sense of peace
contemplating movement
making art turn into magic while
overhead fly Canada geese
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Hyacinth Hats
Purple party hats prickle
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Find the Divine
Fresco at University of St. Thomas in Minneapolis Used by Permission of Laura Purdie Salas
The fairy tale, the prosaic,
the absurd and the divine,
find their way into myth,
story, art and rhyme.
Spring’s Poetry
Mudiferous,
squelching ramble
beneath bare branches
and yearning buds
yields a vast harvest
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Roses for Noses
My nose misses roses
through long winter days,
but Trader Joe’s knows.
There, summers scents
come in cellophane.
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