Morning songbirds, announcing their joy at the new day; at being alive
Autumn leaves changing the light, washing the world with crimson and gold
Lightning flashing across a springtime sky, stark, bright, dazzling the night, spearing the darkness
Icy winter river in a midwestern forest, unpredictable, clear, edged with feathered lace
Godlight radiating from a sunset over Lake Michigan waves, bright golden flashes of fire on jade green surf
Night sounds of crickets, cicadas, katydids, spring peepers – the chorus of humid darkness
Apples left hanging heavily and lazily, yellow-gold on a gnarly, generous, old, giving tree
North wind, invisible but for the tops of crested waves and the bending dune grass and stinging cold touch
Transparent, glossy wings of the dragonfly, darting across meadow grasses, hungry, seeking
Morning glories, honeysuckle, wisteria, jasmine, gardenia
Elegant simplicity of a fern as it unfurls, pale green, delicate, to awaken and stand upright among others of its kind
Light through deep green sassafras leaves, dappled and alive on the forest floor
Ancient live oaks with spanish moss beards, spreading, reaching and wise, home for countless others
Northern lights, silvery green curtains of surprise and wonder
Ocean spray from Pacific's crystal waters, green sea turtles, coral, tropical fish, singing sands
Milkweed seeds, floating on silky clouds, fearless seekers of the soil, feeders of magic
Adventurous crows, blue black, swaggering, arguing, intelligent, bold
3 comments:
Hoping this is just good writing and not actually happening?
You did it! You wrote a really nice acrostic poem. Still, I won't expect to see any limericks or list poems anytime soon.
On a more serious note, I'm very glad all is well and that you won't be missing anything anytime soon. I wonder, though, if you're more aware now than you were before. I try my very best to be mindful of taking things in and appreciating them as much as I can. I think writing helps with this. You played a part in getting me to write more so I have you to thank, in part, for this.
Given this, should I do an acrostic poem I'll reserve T for "Tim." As you can tell mine will be far less poetic.
This is a beautiful acrostic! Hope it's not true, but if it is, it's a heartfelt goodbye to what you've loved best!
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