Find all the poetry goodness at Irene's post today here with a sneak peek at Laura Purdie Salas' new poetry book and a giveaway!
We've had unusually warm weather this week, 50's or 60's every day, but still cool at night. That warmth means the kids are out playing all over the neighborhood, trying to get in as much "outside" time as possible, considering night comes at five. I've shared before that my mail comes very late so that usually means walking down to the bank of boxes near dark, and often, it still isn't there, but I like the final short walk and the "evening theater". Thus Monday evening inspired this.
last sky pink,
basketball’s sweet swish,
Mom calls “Supper!”
Linda Baie © All Rights Reserved
Ta Da! Last week I hosted and posted a giveaway of this new book for bedtime by Rosemary Wells and a signed print from it! Here are the pictures of the pot of names, and the winners I drew. Thanks to everyone who shared a favorite bedtime book or lullaby. I learned some new ones from you!
Congratulations Robyn Hood Black and Diane Mayr!
If you message or email me your addresses, I'll send one prize and the other will be sent by Candlewick.
Oooh. The sweet swish of a ball through the basket! (And the perfect time of day to take a wander to the letterbox.)
ReplyDeleteYour poem took me back...
ReplyDeleteI remember playing outside as the last bit of the surprise warmth left with the light and we were called inside for dinner!
ReplyDeleteDear Linda, your evening theater is gorgeous, and I feel like I am walking with you to the mailbox. How lovely! Thank you for sharing about HAIR? receiving a Charlotte Huck Honor... such a thrill, and so fun to share it with friends. xo
ReplyDeleteYou captured that moment beautifully in your poem. I'm always amazed by what a few well-chosen words can do!
ReplyDeleteOh, you put me right back into childhood with that sky and those words. Beautiful....restful and true. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteYour poem certainly brought back memories! We could play outside until the streetlights came on, and if we didn't get home fast enough, the sound of our dad's whistle rang through the whole neighborhood. I love the touch of pink in your photo and your poem.
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing your wonderful evening theater!
ReplyDeleteI like "last sky pink." I'm glad you are having milder temps lately. We are in the 50's here and it's so refreshing after a long summer.
ReplyDeleteIt's been amazing to me, this week, how quickly night comes. It's warm and light, and then it's like someone turns off the sun and it's night, and chilly. And yes, the kids in my neighborhood are riding bikes and playing outside until that last little bit of light drains away. You've capture that moment perfectly!
ReplyDeleteYour "evening theater" feels like such a summertime poem to me, Linda. Beautiful imagery.
ReplyDeleteThanks, everyone. I appreciate that you liked my theater. I've been doing some catch up today, ready to to into the bookstore tomorrow, finishing up some lawn work because it is supposed to be colder this weekend, probably not much outdoor play coming. Hope you all have a peaceful weekend, and found some good bargains on Black Friday if that's your thing!
ReplyDeleteWhat a perfectly lovely haiku Linda, I can hear the "swish" of the ball and mom's voice calling “Supper!” I like your "evening theatre" and your image works very well with the haiku. I remember the Colorado skies–they are gorgeous, enjoy those sunsets, thanks!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Michelle. It is a moment I wanted to capture!
DeleteWhat a great photo...mom calls supper, love that. I love sunset photos.
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