This was a project I did basically during the pandemic. I started writing a poem a day. Once ‘real life’ started again it got harder to write everyday, which is interesting.
I have started to edit some of these mostly the kids poetry. I think there might be enough here for a book. We shall see.
I make no claim that much of this is “good” poetry. But I do make the claim that I loved doing it and I learned something and some of it makes me cry.
a truer gift
she walked along the forest path
a woven basket in her grasp
she sometimes paused and would bend down
collecting treasure she had found
some might judge these trophies odd
pine cones, leaves, sticks, mud clods
but now she walks in your direction
to share her jewels, to show affection
can you allow your heart to see
piles of stars, the true beauty
of something shared from real attention
a truer gift defies invention
blankets and thick doors
rainy and cold Sunday
the dreariest indeed
stay under the covers
watch a movie or read
pause to be grateful
you weren’t born before
walls and roofs and windows
blankets and thick doors
a note to mother nature
a note to mother nature
bend your ear this way
wanted to say thank you
for this gorgeous day
colors deep and tawny
air both crisp and warm
bare branches reaching to the sky
buds waiting to be born
what you do is magic
wonder
mystery
thank you mother nature
I’m deeply grateful
me