Summer Shower

Summer Shower

Stillness,

just before a storm,

tickles, teases,

gently lifts a curl,

whispers

as crows abandon shaded sky

and tasseled corn stalks

slightly bend.

I've been writing

beneath White Oak's sanctuary,

personal lines of poetry,

of loss, of love, of longing,

when drops of rain

stain my scrawling ink,

slide down parchment page

in sympathy.

A simple summer shower

kisses field and fauna,

its gentle harmony

soothes floral faces raised

before a final bow.

Drips and drops

fall from leaves and eaves

as Sunshine dons his sweetest smile.

Stillness, the only sound.

by Margaret Bednar, September 16, 2023

This is in response to "Poets and Storytellers United - Friday Writings #94 - Storm, Ink, Love".  Use these three words in a poem.  

I am also starting a series of poems I will work on randomly.  This sereis will be my response to Emily Dickinson's poems.  This one here is offered upon reflection of reading "XI - Summer Shower" - of which I have borrowed her title.   Her "Summer Shower" poem is HERE.  

Appreciation

 

Appreciation

The dog days of summer,

of BBQ, beach and bike rides,

soft serve ice cream

beneath mid-days unforgiving sun

are sadly over -

And Indian summer,

a few final days

of frivolity and farewell

before they too flicker and fade,

is promised -

And yet, perhaps I'm fickle.

Sweaters, neatly folded for months,

long to be matched 

with mittens, scarves, boots,

comfortable friends -

My horse, fluffy as a bear,

will make a path

through pristine snow,

he, dreaming of oats,

me, hot chocolate upon trail's end,

satisfaction -

Soon followed for an eager glimpse 

of Snowdrops, Snapdragons, and Crocus,

several red breasts,

and a steady stream of sunlight,

renewal -

Saying "Goodbye" and "Hello"

to old friends, new friends,

tucking away, dusting off,

a merry-go-round,

a warm embrace.

by Margaret Bednar, September 13, 2023

May 18 was the last time I wrote a poem! It's been too long and I can't wait to read everyone's poems and catch up with "old" friends.  This is linked with "What's Going On? - How's the Weather?"  This ended up being more about the seasons, how did that happen.  I guess my creative juices took a side path but I hope it still fits in a bit with the chalenge.  I need to fine tune my skills!  

Did you know the robin was named "red breast" before the color "orange" was named.