Mom’s Musings

Old but beautiful

Moss and fern-festooned maple:

Venerable tree

When I take our dog for her walk each evening, I usually stop to admire this old big leaf maple tree. I love the complicated textures of fern, moss, bark and leaves, and find the lines of the trunk interesting as well. This is currently my favorite tree, weird as that might be. I admire its beauty, and am satisfied. By the way, I took this photo at 8:30p.m. this evening, so you can see that longer days are definitely here. This was the first warm day so far this spring, long days notwithstanding.

For more Haiku, visit Jennifer over at Playgroups are No Place for Children and Christina at A Mommy Story.

For more Haiku, visit Jennifer over at Playgroups are No Place for Children and Christina at A Mommy Story.

The writing prompt this week at One Single Impression is FLOWERING. Just in time, our beloved dogwood trees, which are native to the Pacific Northwest, have unveiled their display. These photos were taken by my husband, through our bedroom window:

Heart gladdening sight,

Dogwood blooms, heavenward turned

With jubilant gaze.

While you care for us,

Have fun with us, too, Mommy;

Blink, and we’ll be grown.

For more Haiku, visit Jennifer over at Playgroups are No Place for Children and Christina at A Mommy Story.

There is a pretty simple way

To tell the story of my day

With eight syllables in each line.

Also, each couplet has to rhyme.

Yesterday I complained to you

Of too much rain. Today was blue

Skies overhead for quite a while.

Just looking around made me smile.

Hyacinths, tulips, daffodils,

Grass growing in good earnest fills

My mind with plans to work outside

But more than weather is my guide.

Suffice it to say, much got done

By all the fam. Now just for fun,

Since weather conditions are right,

The kids will sleep outside tonight.

Oops! It’s tomorrow already;

Time for me to go to beddy. (Anything for a rhyme)

Nothing too complicated about my inspiration for this week’s Haiku Friday:

• The weather
• The season
• Some cute photos of the three youngest children taken five years ago during similar weather

For more Haiku, visit Jennifer over at Playgroups are No Place for Children and Christina at A Mommy Story.

The prompt given this week for One Single Impression is COLOR. This is my offering:

There was a time in my life when I needed GREEN, could not feel calm or well, unless I could behold light filtering through fluttering leaves, and ferns unfurling in the forest. Walking mile after mile along quiet paths, my heart would quietly smile.

Quiet backwoods path

Soul thirsts for it knows not what

In green seclusion.

Like the gradual onset of Spring, the Lord of light imperceptibly dawned in my soul, and I realized that He was not only the giver of GREEN, but of all the colors of the spectrum: red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, violet. Now I am willing to strongly embrace and experience and grow from the other colors that come into my life. “To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven.” – Ecclesiastes 3:1.

“This then is the message which we have heard of him, and declare unto you, that God is light, and in him is no darkness at all.” – 1 John 1:5.

Still, the fact remains: I love GREEN, and am thankful for contemplative times surrounded by wondrous growing green.

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Blog 3-6-5 Admin. Says

Rest on Feb. 2-9

It’s not quite Friday

I just have to sneak this in

Haiku must go on

I’ll still be around;

What poems did you create,

Haiku-writing friends?

For more Haiku, visit Jennifer over at Playgroups are No Place for Children and Christina at A Mommy Story.

Our daughter, Debra, just completed the following sonnet as an assignment in her high school English class. I’ll omit the title of the poem, so you can try to guess: To whom (or to what) is this sonnet addressed?

Black as raven’s feathers, blown on fall’s gale,

You come to me like starlight on water.

What ought I offer such beauty? A tale?

Tales of my love for you – the first falter.

When I first met you I bethought you kind.

Yet still, to the senses as Hell’s first touch;

To the taste, as harsh as an iron bind;

Truth you are blest as mother I love much.

Years there have been, still you hold me captive,

Captive of beauty, eternity bound!

I’m reduced to drinking – seductive;

I inhale that white steam that left me cowed.

And now you have heard my tale: come to stay,

You who stole me body and soul, I pray.