Poetic Asides Summer

Summer Fun

Summer sun leads us to fun

Stretching ourselves past limits

Coaxing slow muscles to run

Summer sun leads us to fun

Of course, after work is done

We find fun and get in it

Summer sun leads us to fun

Stretching ourselves past limits

Poetic Bloomings Coming and Going

Coming and Going

Coming and going, here and there

Busy about a summer day

It’s good to stop and say a prayer

Coming and going,  here and there

To have wisdom to live with flair

And grace as we go on our way

Coming and going,  here and there

Busy about a summer day

Poetic Asides Treochair

Summer sun

Stirs up adventurous souls

Fanning flames of future fun

Poetic Asides Treochair

Mystic moon

God’s round, romantic nightlight

Crickets crooning courting tune

Poetic Blooming Poetic Exercise

Remind Me

A long walk, a hike, snow-shoeing, climbing

makes me feel alive. Someone one remind me

that when I’m indoors with chores or rhyming

I need some time outdoors to be happy.

There are things  I want, need or like to do.

Most days my to-do list’s filled end to end.

I aim to get things done all the way through.

There’s so many projects and tasks to tend.

While I’m inside a cool wind is blowing,

the sun is shining, the mountain calling,

bikes to be riding, boats to be rowing.

All of these, my projects are forestalling.

Someone remind me, in order to thrive,

to drop what I’m doing and play outside.

Poetic Asides on blank, Englyn Byr Cwca

On and On Come the Moths

We rejoiced in rain this year

Lilacs thrived, tulips  blazed, daffodils flamed

Proclaimed summer was near

Spring snow came, but not for long

Rain pounded, trees greened up, and rivers flowed

Drops forebode in their song

Lots of moths thrived even more

They flutter and tap, tap sounding like rain

Gain entrance through our door

Poetic Bloomings Imagination

Incongruous

When I was in elementary school,

adults would ask me if I liked it.

I said that I liked school but,

I liked summer vacation better.

The truth is, I’d sit at my desk

gazing out the window

imagining the fun things

I’d rather be doing.

It didn’t seem right to be indoors

when I could be exploring, building,

biking, pretending, playing amongst

fall colors, fun snow or spring puddles.

To me it seemed incongruous

that in order to be educated

you  had to do something stupid

like sit indoors on a nice day.