Crescent Clouds
Back to Poetry
I’m already late
because I didn’t know.
A poem a day
for April.
Haven’t written any verse
in awhile.
Well, that’s not true…
All those Haikus on Sunday
But they’re mostly
tongue-in-cheek.
Now I have to write three
just to make up
for the past two days.
And let go of my self-judgement.
Fog
It’s foggy today…
Living in a semi-arid climate
My skin loves the moisture.
Water droplets
mixed with cool air
bathing my face
I must remember…
Turn on headlights
when you leave the house…
Electric Fence
Those little lettuces
look delectable
along with emerging
strawberry leaves
sweet, tender
a salad bar just for me.
But what’s this?
A wire I can barely see
Ouch!
Maybe not…
LargeSelf 
so I am not the only one who is behind – you have certainly made up for it! “a salad bar just for me”–perfect
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Thanks, LouAnn. I’d been thinking I wanted to get back to writing some poetry anyway. What better excuse than National Poetry Month!
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that is my excuse too!
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Please don’t get electrocuted by the fence. We need you around to keep showing us pretty pictures and lovely words. 🙂
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Thanks, Carrie. Actually there’s a switch that I can turn off the fence when I’m working in the garden… 🙂
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You may be a little late, Cathy, but you’re certainly off to a good start. It gives me a view of your immediate world. I like that.
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Thank you so much, Mary! It was really nice getting back writing these. I think I will try to do one a day for the month.
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Nice trio Cathy 🙂
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Thanks, Audra!
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Great start to the month Cathy. I love foggy mornings too; such a treat living in the dry weather. Is that a Chinook arch in the photo?
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Thanks, Jen! The fog lifted later and we had a nice, warm sunny day, but it’s always magical when the fog sits over the foothills and prairie. You know, I had never heard of Chinook arch before so I looked it up, and yes, I think it is. It sat right over the edge of the foothills in back of my house for several hours and didn’t really change much. I thought it a very interesting meteorological phenomenon. Now I know what its called. Thank you!
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I loved all three! I look forward you posting a poem a day. I wish I had the motivation to do so as well, but I will bow down and just keep reading yours!
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Thank you, Lady Lovely! We’ll see if I can keep it up, but I’m definitely going to give it a try anyway.
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Love them 🙂
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Thank you, Beth!
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Loved your poems Cathy, well done.
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Thanks Athena!
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Those dang electric fences get me every time! Yow!
Love your poems…
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Thanks, Susie. And fortunately, the deer don’t like them either. It’s the only thing we’ve tried that keeps them away from the strawberries!
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Wow, thirty poems in thirty days. That would give me serious performance anxiety. You’re off to a good start, Cathy, but if there is a day or two when you’re feeling stumped, I suggest you create your own variation of the Man from Nantucket.
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(Chuckles) I’ll keep that in mind, V. Maybe a limerick or two would shake things up – not mention flexing my rhyming muscles. It is a fun challenge, though.
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You have mad verse slinging skills, Cathy!
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Yeah, sometimes it feels like verse slinging as I have no idea what I’m doing…
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You know exactly what you’re doing, Cathy!
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Thanks, Robert!
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