Imagine the Possibilities

I love to watch the birds come to the feeder. Some eat and run, others seem to linger awhile. It sometimes reminds me of friends gathering for a bite to eat to catch up on all the latest news. When I was teaching, the coffee pot in the faculty room was the gathering spot where you heard all the latest gossip. I wondered if it might be the same for my backyard birds.

The Garden Café
by Rose Cappelli

They meet like old friends,
discuss the weather,
share the latest gossip.
They talk about the new baby wrens,
and the bluebird fledglings,
and visitors who’ve stayed too long.
They listen carefully to discover
which flowers have the sweetest nectar
and which feeder has the best blend of seeds.
Just an everyday gathering
at the garden café.

Buffy Silverman is hosting Poetry Friday today. Be sure to check it out on her blog.

The storm started just as I sat down to think about writing something for Poetry Friday. A few drops, then harder and harder. Rainstorms often remind me of Listen to the Rain by Bill Martin Jr. and John Archambault with illustrations by James Endicott. In beautiful lyrical language we follow a storm from its first whisper through its roaring and pouring to the dripping dropping stopping. I’m also reminded of Carolyn Crimi’s Outside, Inside with illustrations by Linnea Asplind Riley. Both of those books are older, and I used them often with students when I was teaching. I’m sure they both served as inspirations for this poem I wrote while taking Renee LaTulippe’s Lyrical Language Lab.

Rain

I start as a whisper,
kiss each posey
and petal.
Every leaf feels the promise
of thirst-quenching relief.

I grow stronger,
drip-dropping into puddles fashioned
from my gift.
Worms and frogs delight
in my goodness.

With a roar
I create a symphony of sound,
conducting the clouds
to set me free.

I splatter and splash,
I pitter and pat.
I whisper.
I rest.

Margaret has today’s Poetry Roundup at Reflections on the Teche.

First of all, a special congratulations to Mary Lee Hahn on her retirement. In addition to being a poet, teacher, and all around special person, Mary Lee is a fellow Stenhouse author. Her blog with Franki Sibberson, A Year of Reading, was one of the first blogs I followed many years ago. Best wishes, Mary Lee!

This week I was introduced to a new poetry form thanks to Margaret Simon – the skinny. You can read more about it and see Margaret’s example here. So, this morning I took my coffee outside to the patio. I listened to the birds, the passing traffic, and the gently blowing wind. I thought about trees and the forces of nature and how they communicate, and that led me to this skinny:

Secrets

Trees whisper in the wind
secret
wishes
wants
wonders
secret
stories
spread
as
secrets
wind-whisper in the trees.

I was excited to learn this week that the Highlights Foundation is opening up for some in-person workshops in the fall, one of which is The Craft and Heart of Writing Poetry for Children with Georgia Heard, Rebecca Kai Dotlich, Rebecca Davis, and Janet Wong. With a lineup like that, I know it will be fabulous! Definitely something to look forward to in September. Want to join me?

Christie Wyman has the Poetry Friday round-up this week, so head over to Wondering and Wandering for more poems and celebrations. Happy Birthday, Christie!