Two reflections on Spring Rain
Pit pat or tip tap
Steady droplets echo through
Our cozy dry room
Giggles in sprinkles
Morning rain only causes
Her to dance and spin

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@scheeldr
Two reflections on Spring Rain
Pit pat or tip tap
Steady droplets echo through
Our cozy dry room
Giggles in sprinkles
Morning rain only causes
Her to dance and spin
scheeldr turned 2 today!
On a cold spring day in southern MN
While there's fog and there's frost in the flower bed,
And cold winter scenes flash through my head.
About the clime I complain, but the fact still remains -
I'm glad I don't live in the Arrowhead!
Dusk
fading light rolling
night settles in around me
waiting for first stars
Bedtime Stories
The Bears of Jan and Stan Berenstain
The Hobbits of J.R.R. Tolkien
Stories for my daughter
Tales for my son
Joys for my revisitation
This Month's Writing
On this April journey,
I have fallen way behind, heaven knows,
Wasting too much time writing prose.
This Chilly Spring Morn
My daughter balked this morning - rejecting
Her winter coat so late in the season.
Hey kid, we're in Minnesota.
What could be a better reason?
This Friday
Grading essays I don’t always like.
I’d much rather be riding my bike.
But I must buckle down and stop clowning around
And pretend about grading I'm psyched.
forest storm
whispering to whipping
winds caress then lash the pines
before the storm rolls on
searching for words
My eraser taps
Tick-tock on my desk top
Counting meter for words
Which won't come.
Among the Stacks
Profound true joy I find each step I browse
Through library stacks; wandering until
I pause and flip through pages, fresh lines which rouse
My heart because they're there for me. A thrill.
Spring Transitions
I step outside unconsciously bracing;
To my surprise no icy blast slaps me;
Not warmth, but air fresh - and yes-
slightly scented of loam - of an earth
starting to stretch and unfold.
#gazellesays
Early April
Light longer each day;
Snowfall piling, receding.
Hopeful spring progress.
#gazellesays
Not too late
The April Poetry Challenge is great!
With many fine entries to date. . .
You may feel aghast that the start time has passed.
But I assure you it’s not too late!
#gazellesays
In Your Absence
How cliche of me.
Your voice, your laugh, your step, your touch;
All this I miss when you're gone.
#gazellesays
April 1, 2014
To create a new poem everyday
Is a most difficult task I must say.
I blank and I stall - but I'll overcome all;
My bike will inspire my way.
#gazellesays
scheeldr turned 1 today!