Welcome to Poetry Friday, this week hosted by Carol Labuzzeta at http://theapplesinmyorchard.com.
Thank you Carol for hosting. Carol has been busy at work collecting poems for her upcoming Ekphrastic anthology. Good luck to those who are writing and submitting.
Here’s a photo of a raven ready for Halloween.
A RAVEN
What will we all be doing to mark the day? Here are a few suggestions.
Welcome to Poetry Friday! This week we are hosted by the clever Bridget Magee HERE. This week she has been posting a different poem by a different poet from her anthology: 10*10: Poetry Anthology Celebrating 10 in 10 Different Ways. It’s been great reading such wonderful poems for kids, many from Poetry Friday friends.
Halloween is on my mind. I particularly love that on this holiday, dreadful things that visit and scare the daylights out of you, simply disappear the next day. Like these scary dudes, who once on a Halloween night pretended to be my children.
Gone! Whoosh! They disappeared on November first.
What an emotionally satisfying holiday and I have never, ever, appreciated Halloween more than I do this year! Maybe others feel this, too.
And as usual in Central New York, the pumpkins are amazing. Who could resist smiling in the midst of such a frightful holiday when standing amongst hundreds of bright orange pumpkins?
So, next weekend I anticipate the knocks on my door and the trail of dreadful visitors, anticipating the relief I know I will feel on November 1st when they are gone.
Welcome to Poetry Friday! This is my first time hosting and have looked forward to it. I’ve been away from my blog for month and my thoughts have been with teachers who are returning to their students.
There are madmen running the country but still I managed to write. Being away from my blog has confirmed what I knew, that being part of this group inspires me to write and learn.
I have added Mister Linky to my blog so I hope he does his job. Fingers crossed. If he doesn’t, just place your address in the comments section.
Seasons are changing, so a few photos to celebrate Fall. In Upstate New York, it’s a time of contrasts. Lots of gold, yellow and red on my walks. Even pink.
And Halloween is almost here. I have to figure out how I will greet trick or treaters this year when they come to my door. My pumpkin door hanging and my little scarecrow have returned:
It struck me that the sky yesterday was showing a concern for others:
There have been many quiet, lovely mornings this summer, and I wish somehow I could keep them with me, freeze a moment, make it last. Maybe because I am apprehensive of the solitude that will come with frigid weather, I treasured each summer and fall moment. That’s what inspired this short poem.
I’ll end with a quote that seems relevant, by nineteenth century writer Thomas Carlyle, about what I might be listening for in quiet moments. I discovered the quote in a wonderful book, The Discovery of Poetry by Frances Mayes, who is a poetry professor and author of Under the Tuscan Sun.
All deep things are Song. It seems somehow the very
central essence of us, Song; as if all the rest were
but wrappers and hulls! . . . See deep enough,
and you see musically; the heart of Nature being
everywhere music, if you can only reach it.
Thomas Carlyle
Have a wonderful week and my best to you in your writing and in your classrooms.
