Echoes of My Neighborhood

This week my neighborhood is more suburban than urban. I am in the mountains breathing good air, and getting good sleep.

              last night the rains came
nature’s lullaby
dreams danced in childhood

                Twin maples, now bare

The smallest of the forsythia bushes, such curves.

Something was slittering through the crunchy ice

Remnants of fall long gone

That picnic table is doomed after many harsh winters

Old mini cabin holding secrets of tiny creatures

Crunchy snow and ice along upper edges of the creek

The winter sun was starting to set the light on the water was captivating.

Pat R

2/25/16

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Where you offer a glimpse of your neighborhood in pictures

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Rain

I am trying a new form of poetry called the Lantern poem. So called as when done it should assume the shape of a lantern with a syllable count as follows
1-2-3-4-1

The 2nd, 3rd, and 4th lines further describe the 1st and the last one is a synonym to the first…..pretty cool!!

rain
heavy
all last night
lulls on tin roof
storm

Pat R

2/25/16

For

Poetry challenge #19: Lantern/Lanturne poetry

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