{ Seasonal Me }

After a sun-robbed

Bone-bitten

Blanket-wrapped

Winter —

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I’m always ready for an Early Spring.

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I’m an April snow-be-gone

Window-hoisting

Clutter-banishing gal

But wait – did someone say “Garage Sale?”

Drinking vernal sun

Through white Nordic skin

I’m an impatient trail-trekker

Lake-walker

Eager for

Jean-jacketed

Picnics-at-parks.

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I’m a teacher-on-summer-recess

Swimming-lesson-spectator-mom

An eye-on-the-sky weather-watching

Clothesline-addicted

August-birthday-babe.

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School? Already?

Pondering plans

While I’m apple-picking

Pickle-packing

Toes-in-dirt

Garden-gathering until

First frosty flakes.

Goodnight, garden.

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I’m a dark morning errand runner

Defying slick roads

Stocking up for the Big Snow

I can hibernate awhile

With coffee

Cream

Eggs

Milk

Bread

Cream

And coffee.

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Swadddled in a snow blanket—

Waiting for Christmas,

Birthdays,

And Valentine chocolates to

Usher me to the edge of winter

Where I stand

Toes on edge

Ready to jump

Into an early Spring…

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(I had the idea to write this as I labored with dirt-encrusted toes in a 90 degree garden yesterday.  In retrospect, the scene was so unlike who I am in the winter. If you ever write a seasonal look at yourself — please let me know.  I’d like to read it! )

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Photo credits:
Winter Cabin:  Jonathan Mast
Pool: Jay Wennington
Apple tree:Kelly Sikkema
Coffee: Nathan Dumlao
Frostbitten Garden: Nick Cooper
Lady on cliff: Samuel Scrimshaw
Early Spring? Photo from Groundhog Day movie

{ Eye-Opening Encounter }

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I came far-off,

Two-faced,

Half-mast,

Happy-go-lucky,

Eating up sin

Like ice-cream.

Then I had an

In-depth,

Head-on, high-speed

Collision with a

Larger than

Life-Sized

Person who had a

Send-off from Heaven

Just to rescue true-blue sinners

Like me.

No give-and-take here–

I’m empty-handed

Except for my worn-out soul.

Now I have a long-term,

Ready-made

One-way home

In heaven.

This news is so

Red-hot,

Spine-chilling,

Mind-blowing–

I can’t keep it

Hush-hush.

 

© Lisa Luciano 😊

 

Word Prompt of the Day:  One-Way

List of hyphenated compounded words taken from: http://theleomsun.blogspot.com/2014/09/hyphenated-compounds.html

Photo Credit: Greg Rakozy

{ Orange You Glad? }

boris-smokrovic-146294I looked up the word of the day, as I always do

(even though the word was ORANGE.)

I looked up its synonyms and its antonyms

(there were no opposites.)

While browsing, I noticed an opportunity to click on something

(which I hardly ever do.)

There were six words to avoid in writing

(and, I guess, in speaking.)

For my own reminder, I will list them here:

OBVIOUSLY

ACTUALLY

LIKE

HONESTLY

BASICALLY

LITERALLY

 

And, just so I don’t neglect the word of the day,

here is a poem about the word

ORANGE.

It’s inspired by one of my favorite poetry books: Hailstones and Halibut Bones, by Mary O’Neill.

Orange 

Child of red and yellow,

This unrhymable and eccentric

Showoff

Shines in the spotlight of

Autumn leaves

Neon

Sports team colors

And blaze orange

Hunting gear

A juicy-fragranced color

Like no other.

Orange.

© Lisa M. Luciano 😊 2017

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Photo credits:

Boris Smokrovic: Butterfly

:Clarisse Meyer: Pumpkins

{ Rainy Day Poem }

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This poetry challenge:  write a poem made up entirely of song titles.  It’s a rainy day today… that was my inspiration.
I hear thunder

Umbrella

Rain, rain, go away

Who'll stop the rain?  

Wouldn't it be nice? 

Impossible...

Hallelujah!

Here comes the sun

(You are MY sunshine)

Rainbow Song

The green grass grows all around

Tiptoe through the tulips

Oh--

Here comes the rain again.

Photo Credit:  Danielle Dolson

{ Do the Next Thing }

mathew-waters-38053.jpgFrom an old English parsonage,
 Down by the sea,
 There came in the twilight,
 A message to me;
 Its quaint Saxon legend,
 Deeply engraven,
 Hath, as it seems to me,
 Teaching from Heaven.
 And on through the hours
 The quiet words ring
 Like a low inspiration-
 DO THE NEXT THING

Many a questioning, many a fear,
 Many a doubt, hath its quieting here.
 Moment by moment,
 Let down from Heaven,
 Time, opportunity,
 Guidance, are given.
 Fear not tomorrows,
 Child of the King,
 Trust them with Jesus,
 DO THE NEXT THING

Do it immediately;
 Do it with prayer;
 Do it reliantly, casting all care;
 Do it with reverence,
 Tracing His Hand,
 Who placed it before thee with
 Earnest command.
 Stayed on Omnipotence,
 Safe 'neath His wing,
 Leave all resultings,
 DO THE NEXT THING

Looking to Jesus, ever serener,
 (Working or suffering)
 Be thy demeanor,
 In His dear presence,
 The rest of His calm,
 The light of His countenance
 Be thy psalm,
 Strong in His faithfulness,
 Praise and sing,
 Then, as He beckons thee,
 DO THE NEXT THING

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