Pouring Rain Comes Down Dark Drizzling Winter Morning Later Snow Will Fall Desiring Snow Days Give Students a Needed Break To Study or Sleep New Kindness Projects Drawing to Connect with Kids Pride and Happiness A Portrait of You Even Though You Have Nothing Smiling, Laughing, Joy Anxiety Chokes Smiles Disappear, Laughter Gone Paralyzed, You…
Snow, Softly Falling White Blankets Sleeping Green Grass Wondrous Winter World Twinkling Lights Shine Bouncing Off Dark Wet Pavement Leads Us Into Night Wrapping, Baking, Fun Music Festively Playing Christmastime is Here Friends Remember Us Told Through Open Greeting Cards Peace, Love, and Kindness
Not much in me today. A singular haiku is all I can post. Reevaluating myself. Frost Haiku White covering grass Stiff, still, silent frost comes in Overnight to morn
Intensity, hard to live with even harder for others to understand. Thoughts consume as they are ruminated and then spit out like cud only to be left on the floor without being digested. Never the same. Never understood. Useful? No, not really. Unrelatable? Yes, for most. Untenable? So, I am told. When a passion overrides rational…
Recently, I started a new graduate course for my Master’s degree in Environmental Education and Interpretation. Week one is done. Today, starts week two. There is a paper due each week. The course is Environmental History. Last week we focused on early America and how wilderness was perceived and used by those already living here…
This morning I spent an hour working on a post I have had sitting my drafts folder for a couple of weeks. It is a post on untold stories. Already quite lengthy, I was trying to tweak it a bit. Some parts were not as clear as I wanted them, so I was working on…
Working together on our haiku unit in the spring is one of my favorite writer’s circle activities. By the time students are in third grade, they are at least familiar with, if not adept, at counting the number of syllables present in words. Accuracy in counting syllabic parts of words is an essential part of…
Sultry September Heat unlike those known before Keeping Monarchs Here Sourness from Sourpuss Not much more can one expect Cringing, Pucker-Up Healthy scars healing Under yellow, tender flesh One Day at a Time Nurses nursing nurses In the O-R, on the floor Care for All and More …
For years I have waited, watched, and prepared the garden beds for visitors. Carefully, I have examined each leaf for signs they inhabit my garden filled with milkweed for them. Common milkweed was the first, taking years to be established. Then swamp milkweed, followed by rose milkweed planted by students. Each germinating, growing,…
via Daily Prompt: Tea I am not sure I could live without my cup of tea. Warm, relaxing, amber to saddle in color, steeped endlessly in my mug, But, only of the black variety. Herbals, Oolong, Green, Fruity, none satisfy like the first cup of Black in the morning light. Tea. A remnant of my…