First thing today I read Linda Hasselstrom’s most recent blogpost. She writes and teaches from her homes in the West, West River South Dakota and Eastern Wyoming. Here am I, homesick for prairie air and the horizon wide and deep sky dome. Missing even the wind coming and going at its will. Linda’s post is good reading for how-to-write-a-poem, for a visit to rangeland and the Black Hills, for asking myself: What will I create today?
Be well. Be kind.
Four-Lines, Ten Beats per Line
Poetry class in miniature. Thanks,
For Dakota sky and sun. Promise of
Rain in Minnesota, Minnehaha
Falls laugh(s) as we pretend to be in charge.
Nudger, thanks. I will. Write, paint, give kindness.
It’s all there is. It’s enough this Monday.
Water rises in my eyes. Morning cleanse.
Fresh day, fresh words, fresh ink. Cat tongue bathes fur.
(c) 2020 Mary Gunderson