Oh dear, it has been quite a while since I have visited my poor, abandoned blog. I think I felt guilty for not completing the second half of the read along I was attempting to participate in and was thus avoiding the blog a bit, and the avoidance became a habit. Ah well…
I’m back today to share another poem. Since it’s National Poetry day, I was trying to get the small people to all write poems. So in an effort to set a good example, I sat down and wrote one myself. None of them seemed inspired by my excellent example, but I haven’t given up on them completely. If they do produce anything, I will record it here for posterity. But in the meantime, here is the fruit of my labours.
Autumn Joys
Mackintoshes
and galoshes.
Conker hunts and
puddle sploshes.
Piles of washing
refuse to dry.
Baking, cooking,
casseroles, pie.
Candlelight, fires.
Incandescence.
Yearning for light’s
comforting presence.
Misty mornings.
Inky evenings.
Crisp forest walks.
Sleep approaching.
(Edited to add:)
Pippi has discovered garden inspiration.
Fat Slugs
Fat Slugs
Very, very fat slugs
I found one in my garden.
In the Land of the Living 