Welcome to Poetry Friday, this week hosted by the brilliant and kind Mary Lee Hahn Here. Thank you for hosting!

First things first: a lovely postcard I received from Linda Baie:


This is good advice, to slow down and enjoy the journey. I tell my sons that, and they are too busy to hear which is ironic. I’m just learning it.
I will also share two poems that were published in December on the Dirigible Balloon website.

MINNOW TAG By a boulder, in silvery slivers swam some minnows, in the river. I’d see if I could—give it a crack— grab a few and toss them back. I grabbed and I grabbed, but they fled in a flicker, like shooting stars They swam even quicker. ©Janice Scully 2021

SOME SPIDERS Not every spider spins a web of silky sticky glue to trap an unsuspecting fly and gnats that wander through. I’ve heard about some spiders, with fangs for hunting prey. They don’t need a web at all— just grab and chomp away! If I became an arthropod I’d think I’d hunt with silk. I’d take a nap, pluck my prey, and eat my snack with milk. © Janice Scully 2021
Take care. I hope everyone is healthy.