We haven’t had snow here in south Louisiana, but today on my walk I found a wooly glove missing its owner and these glasses that look like they were intentionally set into the oak tree root. Should I start collecting these items for the possibility of a snowman? Does the tree root have eyes to see? Some deep wisdom?
Having spent my weekend at a picture book writing retreat, everything becomes a possible idea for writing. Today, join me with your imagination and write a small poem in the comments.
I’m sharing a Zeno (8, 4, 2, 1, 4, 2, 1, 4, 2, 1 syllable count and the one syllable words rhyme) I wrote a few years ago that I’ve revised to go with this photo.
Enchanted
I follow the enchanted path
leading me to
unknown
trails.
I trust, listen
as wisdom
hails
mirrors and sounds
of charmed
tales.
Margaret Simon, draft
Reflections on the Teche 
Your enchanting zeno and the hidden glasses inspired me to try a zeno, too.
If a tree could see with its leaves
would it dream each
night of
blue,
or muse over
sparkling
dew,
reflecting each
brilliant
hue?
–Buffy Silverman
What fun to find lost treasures. the glasses certainly make this forest enchanted.
here’s my little ditty. an adapted zeno. just for fun.
Be careful where you’re walking please
I need to see
the forest
trees
and animals
insects
and bees
that wander through
the forests
free.