leafy whiskers sprout
on beech’s smooth, pale bark chin–
no shaving ’til fall
–Laura Purdie Salas, all rights reserved
I’m also at Laura Shovan’s Author Amok blog today with a villanelle and a post about my poetry-writing rituals. Hope you’ll drop by and say hi!
Fun! And I enjoyed your guest post. Will try to stop in everyday to read. As I lay dozing in bed this a.m. a poem began to form and I was able to jump up and get it written down. Hurray! (No pie, shower, or even chocolate first!)
Yay! The poems you don’t have to bribe with pie are usually the best of all!
Love those leafy whiskers-just right! I’ll move over to your guest post!
Thanks, Linda!
Laura, i love the whiskery beech! Makes me think of my fuzzy chinned sons.
Also the swan gown in yesterday’s poem. Lovely. And yay for BookSpeak! which arrived late last week! I will post something very soon about it – perhaps even for tomorrow’s BookTalk Tuesday. I’ll let you know. Happy writing!
Thank you, Irene! Love your progressive poem project–can’t wait to see what emerges.
Now that’s an image that sticks – well done! I’ll be thinking of it on my next walk in the woods.
Ha! STICKS!!
Yes, Laura’s image will come to my mind, too, next time I have a chance to look at birchbark!
Hehe–oh, Renee and Mary Lee!