Day 4 is at Random Noodling with Diane
I first “wrote” this poem by speaking to my phone in the notes app. I didn’t start with a photographed image. If I could have, I would have taken a picture of the heron, but as we watched the scene, my cat snuck out and scared it off.
Instead I took a picture looking up at our church.
Sunday
On this day
I have plans,
compartments in my mind
like squares on the calendar.But first, I look out
at the heron on the bayou.
He stretches his neck
into the bright morning sun.I sip my warm coffee,
listen to the news,
the call of the mourning dove.I will worship today
stick my neck out long
to catch the rays of the sun,
listen to an orchestra on the lawn.–Margaret Simon
Here is a link to a padlet from JoEllen McCarthy from The Educator Collaborative with links to great #PoetryLove sites.
Reflections on the Teche 