This Morning’s Symphony wind chime tingsquirrel screamrobin callvehicle roarnose blowwoodpecker knockblue Jay commandairplane whowhirrrrphone whutingsaw crychildren squealingin the schoolyard And so, we've arrived at the final day in March 2026. How in the heeeeellll?! At least the weather is warming...wearing a strapless summer dress, I am!
Tag: writing
POEM A DAY – March 30
new the dogs chase, trundle, nip and napone is goofy, floppy, eagerthe other is cautious, curious, confused the humans are tired, happy and sickone is loopy, sloppy, eagerthe others are excited, working, awed there is little space in my brain forpoetry – sleep is stuttered even dreams don’t reach my shore but oh, isn’t it something,… Continue reading POEM A DAY – March 30
POEM A DAY – March 28
Snow in April March I know there’s three more days of March but my mind is in April, and my stomach is in Tuscany, and my spine is in bed, and my legs are knee deep in Lake Huron in July. I know the earth is spinning and that Mother Nature is getting dizzy and… Continue reading POEM A DAY – March 28
POEM A DAY – MARCH 27
Why The Sun Shines So Brightly Today I’m certain that todaythe spirits are holding up the sun. That death is sitting on a benchsipping a strong orange pekoe in Washington Square Park – the black fenced in yard where the dogs play. I’m certainthat all the tears shedding today are made of starlight so the spirits holding… Continue reading POEM A DAY – MARCH 27
VANESSA SHIELDS 