Haiku The evening is warm A breeze blows gently through trees Beautiful summer Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
Daily Haiku – Sun. July 5, 2020
Tag: summer
Summer of ’74
Summer of ’74
It was spitting rain
in the heavy morning air
Big fat drops
Spotting the pavement
in polka dotted flair
Hotter than a stolen tamale
That summer of ‘74
Sweltering days passing
slower than molasses
Until you could take it no more
Irritable and sweaty
No energy for much
Tempers flared often
Among lovers and kin
who could barely touch
Finally, the heavens opened
and we danced in the street
It rained cats and dogs
Seeking vengeance on the sun
Our satisfaction replete
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
National Poetry Writing Month - NaPoWriMo
Day 10 - April 10th
Todays Prompt:
Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that starts
from a regional phrase, particularly one to describe a weather
phenomenon. You may remember one from growing up, but
if you’re having trouble getting started, perhaps one of these
regional U.S. phrases used to describe warm weather will
inspire you.
Word Prompt
Vengeance
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Autumn – Poem of the Month – October 2018
Autumn
Acorns crunching under feet
Squirrels making a hasty retreat
Leaves of different colors fallen
This is now the season of Autumn
Humidity has finally left the air
The sun lies lower with less of a glare
A crispness now freshens the landscape
Summer has finally found her escape
Flower petals dying out on stems
Fall winds will perform the cleanse
Miles of fields recently mowed
Lined with hay rolls of colored gold
Illuminating the glorious landscape
Nature beginning to take shape
Sheaves of wheat standing propped
Not a sign of any left uncropped
A panoply of pumpkins hauled to a patch
Happy children hoping to catch
the biggest they can find
For a Jack-o-Lantern to be designed
Halloween approaching in a matter of weeks
Costume considerations and rosy cheeks
Trick or treats
Lots of sweets
Bottles of cider from apple orchards
Do clocks go back or forwards?
Thanksgiving turkey and sweet potato pie
Family visits and stomachs to satisfy
Obsequious children asking for cookies
Negotiating the odds like a bunch of bookies
Football games on television
When do we eat? Such indecision
Remembering what we are thankful for
Never forgetting those who went before
Dedications and gratitude
Private moments of solitude
A season of harvest and plenty to share
Someone is hungry in the world out there
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
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