“I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey-work of the stars.” —Walt Whitman
Slice of Life Challenge Day 27
Even here in the deep south, we’ve had a blast of winter wind. The temperature this morning was 36 degrees. I bundled up in my wool sweater that I’ve only worn twice since I bought it on sale after Christmas, wool socks, and a warm scarf, gloves, the works. Despite the cold, spring is here in full color. My satsuma tree is budding. This means in the fall we will have a full tree of delicious juicy citrus, my favorite fruit. We also have a grapefruit and a lemon budding.
Once a month I get a full moon alert from my friend, Possum. I love to peruse his email for found lines. This month was full of them. Here’s my found poem:
Full moon returns
in the company of ruby-throats.
The worm, sap, or Lenten full,
whatever you call it,
the full girl rises around 6 PM.Dog whispers, hummers hide,
the woods fill us with wonder:
Spider eyes, lightning bugs,
carnivorous plants,
and an endless frog choir.The dawn captures a line of ants
carrying only winged seeds
of swamp red maple,
mushroom eaters,
a site to see.Swarm of honey bees safely hived
bring hope for a fruitful year.
Pollen blowing a dust storm,
new shoots, female flowers
ripen and procreate.This amazing earth
with arriving hummers,
with wild red buckeye,
pecans leafing out,
with bees waxing and brooding,Take the last pile of wood
for your campfire.
Raise a glass, honor
each other and the mother.
Bask in the quiet moonlight.
Reflections on the Teche 
This is so voluptuously deep South, grounded and filled with the prolific exuberance of nature.
“Dog whispers, hummers hide,
the woods fill us with wonder:
Spider eyes, lightning bugs,
carnivorous plants,
and an endless frog choir.”
I understand that this is ‘found’ lines but it is beautiful, Margaret. I love all moon things, have posted much about the moon. I especially love the fnal verse. Thank you!
It is part of our cycle of life and those of us who stop to notice it get the extra gift. Thanks for sharing.
I love the line “endless frog choir.” Totally hear that in my head! Nice poem! 😉
This one is really good.
THis is indeed lovely. I love the lines about basking in the quiet moonlight. I have always loved walking the dog and being out to bask in the moonlight!
Wow. i’d love to see the original email–this is beautiful, so I am thinking that Possum must be quite a writer, too. 🙂 Thank you for sharing this.
This moon promises that spring is coming, despite the snow that covers the ground up here in IN. It is a lovely found poem.
“The worm, sap, or Lenten full,
whatever you call it,
the full girl rises around 6 PM”
I never knew the moon in March had so many names…
http://www.farmersalmanac.com/full-moon-names/
I went here to learn more about the names! Love learning new stuff! Thanks and I do love the poem too!
I learn a lot from my naturalist friend. He always gives the moon a more Louisiana-inspired name depending on what is happening in the natural world. Thanks for stopping by and leaving the link.
I love your poem. It fully describes the world around us, we simply need notice.
Multi-sensory imagery creates a very lush, vivid feel here; I love your regular use of balanced phrases to create a hypnotic cadence (a perfect fit for your imagery). Lovely as always! 🙂