Poetry Friday: I Took a Grasshopper for a Ride and Other Seasonal Inspired Poems.

A Fondness for Bugs

Image by Claudia Peters from Pixabay

Come along with me on your golden carpet of petals.

There you sit so still and full of pride

evident you are ready for a ride.

Atop a pot glowing with a yellow hue

your greenish color blends right in too.

Still you stay, for the journey from front yard to back,

I wait silently for you to make your attack.

Attack the grass, where I’d normally find you in your green slum,

but instead I see you like my chrysanthemum.

Were you terrified as we traveled? I don’t know.

I was happy you stayed in place though.

Oh, little grasshopper, your friend is now grown,

he doesn’t live here anymore, for he has flown.


A Summer Fountain

The bubbling of my fountain will soon be still.

Young sparrows will no longer visit for a bath on this hill.

The water will cease, too cold to flow.

Old Orioles won’t come by to give me a show.

My windows will close, I won’t hear the sound.

Although I will carefully listen and take a look around.

The yard becomes barren as my winged friends start to leave.

I’ll see you again in the spring; This is more than hope but what I believe.

Image by Jean DiDomenico from Pixabay

Today is Poetry Friday. The two poems I wrote for this week feature observations from my yard as summer gives way to fall. The sun sets faster, darkness moves in more quickly, and there is a chill in the air. I am an observer of the seasonal signs or or the student of phenology. Aldo Leopold was the consummate phenologist recording his monthly observations in A Sand County Almanac (1949, 2020). I’ve long noticed seasonal change but rarely have written about it. This week I took a chance to do just that.

Besides Leopold’s book, I’ve been reading several others. One is called the Poet’s Companion: A Guide to the Pleasures of Writing Poetry by Kim Addonizio and Dorrianne Laux, 1997. I have been searching for some guidelines for poetry despite the beauty of this form of writing is that there are few “rules” one has to follow. Still, as I self edit some of my poems in hope of digitally publishing them, I want to make sure I do not have any grievous errors. In any case, while the book has offered few, in any, rules, it has been enlightening and further supported my efforts in writing about what I know – in this case – my yard. There are also some beautiful examples of poetry in the book and ideas (prompts, if you will) for writing too. I’m not sure this book is in publication anymore, but I think I will start looking for a good/great used copy to add to my personal writing library. Yes! It is that good!

Today is Poetry Friday! Thanks to Matt at Radio, Rhythm & Rhyme for hosting and sharing his books with us this week! Please check his site for some awesome work.

8 Thoughts

  1. This right here: The sun sets faster, darkness moves in more quickly, and there is a chill in the air. I love all the seasons and what they hold for us. You two poems give me a glimpse of your part of the country.

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  2. I adore the odes to the natural world. even insects – I often write of cicadas as they have such great symbolic meaning to me, stemming from childhood. I miss their sound as the fall approaches – a feeling you captured so well in your “A Summer Fountain.” Your poems are so enchanting, full of light and even whimsy, as in the grasshopper ride – and “your green slum” is too good!

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