April is National Poetry Month I’m celebrating by writing for kids this month! Hope you enjoy my Kid’s Poetry Protegé Project I think I’ll always like to dote Feeding shaggy brave Billy goat A goat who’s hungry mouth does press Against my pretty flowered dress A goat with beard and pointy ears Can wipe away [...]
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Taking Flight
Sweet bird! Would I have wings to fly; now in empty sky hung sunlight. There waiting with wispy wings wide; like creation’s first awesome cry. The breeze – my aviator’s flight in sultry summer skies side-by-side puffy clouds; now weary do soar. I rest beneath a cherry bloom; where caterpillar’s leaf has tore. The bumbler’s [...]
Posted by wolfsrosebud on March 6, 2012
http://wolfsrosebud.wordpress.com/2012/03/06/taking-flight/
Goose Homecoming
As March forewarns and patches of bare grass wink, they come on solo flights with long Hollywood like necks. Journey frigid wind currents make round eyes blink; are these last of stragglers on empty trek? I think not, they are mighty explorers; adventurers at heart battling the last of ice. Fore-runners of mild spring breeze, [...]
Posted by wolfsrosebud on February 28, 2012
http://wolfsrosebud.wordpress.com/2012/02/28/goose-homecoming/
Winter Thoughts
Spell Check did not like this piece… he,he,he Reeds rocking restfully in mid-winter’s Boreas; shhhush… shhhush… shhhush… Frozen pond stiff as starched white shirt; thuggg… thuggg… thuggg… Brittle marsh gasses woefully whistling in wind; whooo… whooo… whooo… Branched birds busy in skeleton trees; chick-a-dee-dee-dee… chick-a-dee-dee-dee… Alone in winter wood wondering why frigid air is left [...]
Posted by wolfsrosebud on January 10, 2012
http://wolfsrosebud.wordpress.com/2012/01/10/winter-thoughts/
Tamarack
The old man and I strolled through our local state park yesterday. Air was autumn crisp and the sun illuminated any leftover foliage. We hadn’t even reached the parking lot when I spotted something standing apart from the rest of nature. It was the tamarack. Tall, stately, and all aglow with brilliance for God Himself; [...]
Posted by wolfsrosebud on November 6, 2011
http://wolfsrosebud.wordpress.com/2011/11/06/tamarack/
Bullion
Deciduous conifer of the bog wood; needled short light turquoise springs fall to yellow bright at autumn’s blush you stand guard at woodland gate. Borne on short shoot, lustrous brown scales, cones small and round you standout all golden in the tree-land round. Tolerant of arctic edge; a tree for tundra’s livelihood. Oh, [...]
Posted by wolfsrosebud on November 5, 2011
http://wolfsrosebud.wordpress.com/2011/11/05/bullion/
Indian Summer
Indian Summer Dusk settles as dust across earthen land; the meadow’s chilled like a good glass of wine. A warmth seeps slowing from woodland; stretched before me like a downed comforter. Forest floor is littered with bullion: saffron leaves stacked like cards, mustard needles tumble like pick-up-sticks, and padding under foot… my golden, [...]
Posted by wolfsrosebud on October 11, 2011
http://wolfsrosebud.wordpress.com/2011/10/11/indian-summer/
Seeing Orange!
pumpkins big and round leaves falling to the ground it’s time to leave town… And that is just what we did for a few days as we traveled “Up North”! If you live in Wisconsin, USA you know what I’m talking about. This time of the year the roads are filled with travelers looking for [...]
Posted by wolfsrosebud on October 10, 2011
http://wolfsrosebud.wordpress.com/2011/10/10/seeing-orange/
Fall Finale
All from one little old tree… which has stood the test of time as seasons unfold golden strands with chocolate bands dangling as pigtails toward the ground formally kisses skies of blue tresses shaken loose and let down a full crown of glory to be found. Next week the rain and wind will toss these [...]
Posted by wolfsrosebud on October 5, 2011
http://wolfsrosebud.wordpress.com/2011/10/05/fall-finale/
A Writer’s Woodland Walk
A Wisconsin writer’s Wednesday woodland walk… Wisconsin woodlands waiting warmth… puddles of filtered light cross my forest path awaken wilderness woodland world to sing. Dew dripping drearily from pine boughs; slipping past their pointed clutch sliding down amber arms…refreshing. Vines entwined, twisted embrace bark, sun’s transparent blush in underbrush; as if the day can be [...]
Posted by wolfsrosebud on July 20, 2011
http://wolfsrosebud.wordpress.com/2011/07/20/a-writers-woodland-walk/
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