I really don’t mean to keep making up days…I just get so busy. Anyway, here’s yesterday’s poem:
Twist your hand, twist the string,
’round and ’round, like a ring,
Then you stop, showing me,
It is very hard to see!
What is it, just a ball?
No, a lovely tall macaw.
Cat’s cradle is fun to do…a piece of string will shape the likeness of a ladder, monkey, cup, or broom. This is a good book to learn how to do cat’s-cradle.
Here’s today’s poem:
The sun went down
behind that tree,
all is dark and cool.
A speck in the sky,
pinhole of light,
A single star gleams.
Ah, the way a poem can open the world by using a few words to describe a very small event, such as Basho’s frog haiku:
The old pond;
A frog jumps in —
The sound of the water.
I hope you’re writing, too, and wondering at the art of spring.
Oh, and hooray for nearly 1,000 views!