It’s Poetry Friday!
Thank you to all the friends who sent New Year postcards. I’m continually amazed at the creativity on display in this group. Each poem, card, photo, drawing has brought me joy which will continue through the year.
In a previous post I talked about keeping a weekly journal of thoughts in Leaf, Cloud, Crow by Margaret Renkl. This week’s prompt was to list beautiful things you can find in the natural world, add to it each day, then think about how pausing for beauty changes the way you feel.
Because of the cold I haven’t been walking outside as often, but this week was a bit warmer so I ventured out to a few new spots. I found a spider egg sac in a pine tree, a purple-golden sunset, stopped to listen to a wren’s song, watched hawks circling and two young doe gingerly stepping through snow searching for seed. I wanted to try the new-to-me poetry form, the Landay, that Amy Ludwig VanDerwater introduced in her post last week. The Landay has only two lines. The first line has nine syllables and the second has thirteen.
On a Winter Afternoon
hawks circle a cerulean sky
over a forest green tree with treasures deep inside
Draft, RoseCappelli2025
I hope you find lots of beauty in the world this week. Jan has the roundup today at Bookseedstudio. Be sure to stop by for lots of poetry goodness and a musical treat.
Imagine the Possibilities 
Rose,
After all the snow we got last week (that now seems like all a dream), I wrote a landay to place in the photobook I made of the experience. I love the simplicity of the form and how counting syllables leads me to unique word choices. Love the word “cerulean” in your poem, such a beautiful description of the sky. We’ve had lots of hawks sailing overhead. Their flight is inspiring.
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What a lovely way to keep the memory and dream alive!
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treasures abound, Rose! And I love how you captured the glimpse in two short lines! That cold walk was worth it!
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Thanks, Patricia!
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Hi Rose! You & Amy LV are inspiring me to pick a moment for a landay. I’ve written two line verses, but never a landay. Appreciations for your
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Thanks for the joyous post. Happy Poetry Friday!
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I’m going to have to try this form, Rose! You and Amy have set the bar high, but it will be fun, I’m sure. I love reading about your treasures!
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I love the goodness in these poetry postcards. I’m reading Late Migrations by Renkl after I loved The Comfort of Crows so much. In my work email signature, I write what I’m reading. It has sparked so many good conversations with my colleagues. A teacher told me this week how much she loved Margaret Renkl and has been a fan for a long time (much longer than me). 🙂
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I’m doing an audio version of Late Migrations and look for excuses to drive somewhere so I can listen! I think I’ll need to have a print copy. I also look for her opinion columns in the NYT.
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“Cerulean” has always been one of my favorite words. Thanks for sharing the lovely poem and details about your walk.
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Oh, those treasures in the trees! Lovely, Rose!
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Thank you, Laura.
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Oh, the beautiful simplicity here — thank you!
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Rose, thank you for sharing the Landay. I missed that last week. Your “cerulean sky” and the “forest green tree” are visible in your words. I especially love the wonder in “treasures deep inside” Beautiful!
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Your two lines captured a vivid moment, Rose. Lovely!
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