Susan at Soul Blossom Living hosts us today. Thanks, Susan!
As this tiny blossom above shows, there's always hope for goodness, right? I've been writing for myself and with Bridget's Magee's online poetry group and it's been wonderful to have someone who is "expecting" something from me and to "expect" a poem from someone else! Before it started, I had been messing around with etherees. Here is the definition I work from: "Similar to the Cinquain and the Rictameter, the Etheree is a ten-line form ascending in syllable count for ten unrhymed lines. It's attributed to an American poet, Etheree Taylor Armstrong of Arkansas. An Etheree should focus on one idea or subject."
I wrote a double one and shared it at the end of September here!
Now it is this week of November's beginning and I owe a new poem to another person, but first, I owe this one for this time in our country's life, for hope and well-being wishes to all of us.
One
leaf drops;
a maple
skids underneath
a yellow aspen.
Sweetgum’s orange joins in.
Odd that a green leaf appears,
lands the middle – spring memory
refuses to be one left alone.
They create a wreath of us, together.
Linda Baie ©
