finding pawpaw pollen. Once
At the request of a #PawpawFanatic on Facebook, I followed up with a limerick:
At the request of a #PawpawFanatic on Facebook, I followed up with a limerick:
If you park your car
in the wrong place, it can wreck
a perfect sunset.
Backlit leaves on oaks: /
A glowing add-on to a
sunset I’ve n’er seen.
New silver-green leaves
wave at white clouds in a bright
blue sky. Add beer can?
I see waves of rain
dance toward me, but I still wish
we lived ‘neath dark skies.
Ahhh! NOW I hear rain!
It’s crossing the field, through woods,
soon will splash my legs.
Deeply immersed
in the morning
rhythm of the woods,
I didn’t need
the sun to greet me.
Still, when Sol
popped his head out
from behind the rain clouds,
I was grateful
and gave him
a “Good Morning!” wave.
Friends were complaining after a major ice storm in the Chattanooga Metro area (Catoosa County, NW Georgia). With lows around 6 degrees above zero, it WAS cold! As the sun came up, it showed something magical: Diamonds in the Trees. I walked through the woods and out into the wildflower field at Spirit Tree Farms, where goldenrods, pokeweed, late bonneset, blackberries, grasses, and other native plants joined with honey locusts, hickory and oak trees, and more, to show off a collection of sparkling jewels unmatched at any jewelry store. I riffed these iambic lines in a video, trying to stiffle my crying. Thanks to HomeGrownNationalPark.org for the inspiration, and to Heavenly Father and His Son Jesus for the Creation.
When the rain puddles,
then cold comes, gather water
with freezing fingers.
How much she has changed!
Now, ’tis I who waits for her/
to come from the field.