fence-top weathervanes
flash metallic sunbeams–
line dance to breeze-beat
–Laura Purdie Salas, all rights reserved
Randy and I went up to the North Shore (of Lake Superior) this weekend, and it was wonderful! A lot of people sell arts, crafts, homemade sausages/jerkies, etc. One house’s post-and-rail fence was topped with a whole row of weathervanes spinning and dancing in the breeze. It’s nice when poems just say, “Hi, here I am.”
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Sounds like a lovely day for a lovely poem. Nice, Laura!
Thanks, Linda!
Sounds like a lovely day for a lovely poem. Nice, Laura!
Thanks, Linda!
You find weathervanes, I find… ceramic squirrels.
I’m still not sure what poem I can write about that. I’m still on the words, “What? Huh!?”
C’mon, Tanita–BE that ceramic squirrel. I just know there’s a dark and wicked poem there somewhere!
I’m sure the sad little flea market we always whiz by had ceramic squirrels! And I never stop at any of the little shops-in-houses–way too awkward for me. But the spinning weathervanes did catch me eye:>)
You find weathervanes, I find… ceramic squirrels.
I’m still not sure what poem I can write about that. I’m still on the words, “What? Huh!?”
C’mon, Tanita–BE that ceramic squirrel. I just know there’s a dark and wicked poem there somewhere!
I’m sure the sad little flea market we always whiz by had ceramic squirrels! And I never stop at any of the little shops-in-houses–way too awkward for me. But the spinning weathervanes did catch me eye:>)