Looking around

They say he crawled out from under a rock.
He looked around and took him some stock.
“Maybe I’ll stay and give it a knock,”
he said and then made off in a trot
To see the sights never to be forgot:
Four seasons and time without a clock,
Snow and the green, the cold and the hot,
Rivers, mountains and all within eyeshot,
Roses, daisies and forget-me-nots,
Lions, tigers, leopards and all that lot,
Kittens, cubs and faun ready to be taught,
Robbins, sparrows and birds that mock,
Horses wild and peacocks that strut.
All in all a pleasant place to flop.
So he did.

Moonlight and midday

The sea is blue
at high tide at night,
a moon above
a great ball of light,
stars sprinkling on
a canvas of sky,
gulls cawing out,
“Come with us and fly.”

Dolphins and whales
through the seas they run,
singing their songs
under moon and sun.
Waves of water
rising and falling,
sea and the wind
hear the shore calling.

Blue and the blue
the sky and the sea
and the white clouds
and shadows of trees.
Sand brown beaches
nesting turtle eggs
till the sea calls
from the water’s edge.

The sun setting,
moon rise in the east,
stars returning,
the great and the least.
The horizon
a distance away,
sea and the sky,
moonlight and midday.

The sea is blue
at high tide at night.

Micropoem of the day: Trees

This ain’t your Joyce Kilmer “Trees”. You know the lines. “I think that I shall never see / A poem as lovely as a tree.” I agree with the sentiment but not sure I care for the poem. Maybe it’s just become to familiar. I have been known to sing ecstatically over trees. They are such lovely creatures. Definitely a superior species. I think God must have liked Planet Earth a lot because She gave us trees. And so many. So this one is for the trees. 

The old trees commune
with the younger ones
on how to tree.

micropoem for the day: night skies

I woke up this morning thinking about night skies. How they spread out before us and give us a sense of wonder. Now that brings a large hmmm to my mind. I am not one of those people who go out and spend a lot of time out in the open looking, and perhaps studying, the night sky. But maybe I will start. Like the old fellow said, “It’s never too late.” And his wife said, “Better late than never.”

blue moons, harvest moons,
full moons and moon pies,
a moon for every season

haiku for the day: slowing down

Ever walk down a city street all lit up with light. It is such a world of wonder. Our eyes take in the magic and tears well up. It is such a beautiful scene. All that light and beauty. Especially after rain. Could it be that there’s a whole world out there that we never imagined? And it’s just for us. Makes us wonder why we don’t just stop and take it all in. Instead we hurry to our latest destination.

the city street lights
illuminating darkness
fairy candlelight