Nearly Wordless Wednesday

If nothing ever changed, there’d be no butterflies. ~Author Unknown

7:20 a.m.

As
Sunlight
Appears, we
Can see changes
In our surroundings.
Twenty minutes apart:
And the leaves begin to glow.
The sky becomes a denim blue,
And color washes over our world.
A new day has dawned for us to enjoy.

7:51 a.m.

We are each gifted in a unique and important way. It is our privilege and our adventure to discover our own special light.  ~Evelyn Dunbar, British artist, illustrator, and teacher

Note: This poetic form is an Etheree.

Happy B-day, Mom

Grown don’t mean nothing to a mother. A child is a child. They get bigger, older, but grown? What’s that supposed to mean? In my heart it don’t mean a thing. ~Toni Morrison, Beloved, 1987

Mom–
The one
Who loves us
In spite of our
Flaws and prickliness.
The one who gave us life
And sacrificed her own hopes
To keep us happy, safe, and clean.
How can we ever thank her enough?
But perhaps she doesn’t need repayment.

Note: This poetic form is an Etheree. Today is my mom’s birthday (I won’t say how many!). Happy B-day, Mom!

Get Up!!

The sun has not caught me in bed in fifty years. ~Thomas Jefferson, third president of the United States

Red sky at morning is indicative

Of bad weather to come, so they say.

But oh, what beautiful sky scenes

Such reds, golds, and purples bring!

Who can lie still in bed

When beauty abounds?

Not me! No way!

Phone in hand

I snap

This

Shot

Looking

To the east

At a sunrise

That was so gorgeous

It took my breath away.

Everything was bathed in pink —

Houses, fences, trees, lawns, and more

Glowing a shimmery shade of rose.

Making me glad I was up to see it.

Note: Poetry form is a Double Reversed Etheree. You can find out more about this form here.

Signs of Fall

Webs.

Silent

Like dew drops

Dotting my bush

And letting me know

The spiders were busy

During the night as I slept

Creating works that would rival

Some pieces that are in museums.

Silken treasures that speak softly of Fall.

Note: This poetic form is an Etheree, a 10-line poem that starts with one syllable and adds a syllable in each succeeding line until there’s a total of 55 syllables. It can go from one to ten or in reverse from ten down to one, or can even double up and down both ways. I had to challenge myself to write one since my friend Linda writes some beauties!

P.S. My son Domer will be home next week, so I’ll be playing hooky from the blog. I’ll try to catch up with all of you when I return. Don’t start October without me!