The Potter

I watched
as you played
in clay
                  around
                                    around
                                                               your gifted gentle hands

coaxed

 a shape

 into 

being

pushing back

 your clay painted hair

unaware
you
molded
     coaxed
the clay into form
caring not
that you were clay too

I watched
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        A
           L
             L
               I
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                   G
           in love
with your hands
        your gift
        your creation

For celebrating creativity at dVerse~Poets Pub with open link

Hope of Spring

Winter's cold-blooded coils
tighten
chilling me to the bone
I peer from inside
my carefully donned layers
Remembering Spring
I smile

For Poetry Jam's Tis The Season

Farm Team At Work

The weather had boxed me in so the first hint of sunshine and warmth lured me outside.  We had some trimming and burning to do but I also stole some time to play.  Checking how the last big rain had changed the creek bed.

Every time I go out I see more jobs.  This was a rather deep spot reflecting the light but what I saw was the wood that needed to be cleared and the possibility of a grand son swimming hole come spring.

Then Lizzy, The Announcer, informed me the remaining farm team was up to something.

Four dogs trying to remove what ever took refuge under this stump.  Count them...four.  Squiggs is the smallest and Lil the largest but three found room inside the hole they had excavated.

Busy determined dogs

Lil takes a break and allows Ki and JR to fill the hole.

Nothing was caught but excitement was high.

Those are happy tails sticking up in the air.

Later this day Bonnie captured another armadillo.  She shook it so hard it was separated from it's shell.  Good dogs!  Bonnie two, armadillos Zero.  Things are going as they should At The Farm.

Big Foot Sighting...

"The proof is in the pudding" but here the proof was in the sand and the mud.  After two warm days the frozen ground is thawing and takes prints very well.

It was easy to see something had walked through here leaving clear proof of the direction the being was headed. 

Then I found this!

I can't track it.

Which way did it go?

I found this clue...

Human shoes

Someone trying to push winter away by playing bare foot in the mud looking for artifacts.  Looking for ROCKS, can you believe that?  I soon discovered although the temps were in the high fifties, that the mud was cold

and the spring water from the faucet was ice cold, too.

Almost clean enough for inside.

Oh, man, what a beautiful day to play.

Twitter Poem With Mama Zen

Celebrating number thirteen Play It Again with Imaginary Garden With Real Toads   I chose to repeat the challenge by Mama Zen to create some Twitter poetry limited to 140 characters total.  I didn't get the stanzas correct but I think I have it exactly by pulling my bits and pieces of thoughts on paper hoping they make sense.  This was fun!!!

Tigers wild
Tigers tame
Tigers gone
Who's to blame?

Wrapped in night
Orion flew
To rescue us
From ourselves

Awakened
Covered
With cobwebs
And regrets