Winter Parking Lot

Gabcast! Dancing With Daisy #42 - Winter Parking Lot



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Winter Parking Lot
Glazed with ice, then powdered with sugar snows,
cars in the parking lot sit on the concrete, in neat rows
as if they were fresh doughnuts, all on a tray
in God's bakery window display.

Yellow River

Gabcast! Dancing With Daisy #40 - Yellow River

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Yellow River

Leaves rained down for days
until the front yard was flooded
drenched in color by a yellow river
from the thunder cloud trees above

With each gust of wind
more leaves lapped at the edges
of the flower beds and porch steps
Frothy yellow waves billowed about

Squirrels and little dogs
first waded and then swam across it
struggling not to drown
not to be pulled under in the eddying swirls

A rake parted the river
like the raised rod of Moses
channeling the leaves
down to the street

The curbs of the street,
breaker walls,
strain now to hold back the leaves

The wind persists
sending them back
in yellow waves
over the top
over the top
over the top
of the too small concrete dam

Concert From the Lily Pads

Gabcast! Dancing With Daisy #37 - Concert From the Lily Pads



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This poem was inspired by some beautiful photos of lily pads that I saw recently.

Concert From the Lily Pads

On warm summer evenings,
backyard bullfrogs sit on their lily pad patios
under jutting flower umbrellas
in bright colors of purple and pink.


They dine on moths, lightning bugs, and dragonflies,
visit with their neighbors,
and watch the pollywogs play a darting game of tag.


As the sun goes down and twilight creeps in,
the backyard bullfrogs tune up and settle in,
croaking and crooning in rhythmic cadence.
Crickets and katydids join in the chorus.


They perform a concert of contentment
in the spotlight of the moon.
Angel fans gather in the concert hall skies
and light the stars,
holding them up high
in appreciation of the music.


A peaceful calm settles over the pond
where the backyard bullfrogs
sit and sing under flower umbrellas
on their lily pad patios.


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Just in case there is someone reading this who has never heard the song of a bullfrog, here's a sample of what it sounds like.