
Calling all bees,
if you please,
come get yellow
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Calling all bees,
if you please,
come get yellow
to your knees. Continue reading

Glimpses of green
newly seen,
make my heart sing,
ah, spring. Continue reading

Yorktown Beach is bespelled
by a paint-palette sky.
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One last effort to
find the shore
before the
Chesapeake Bay Bridge,
we turn toward
Cape Charles.
Two miles. What will we find?
A longer trip, for one.
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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.

You should sing the blues,
but your music’s too sweet,
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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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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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Purple party hats prickle
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Snow showers
bury
spring flowers
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Anyone who falters to a stop,
mid breath, and
lets her words breathe,
then echo,
then die,
is a poet.