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Tag Archives: NaPoWriMo
Peek-a-boo bunny, daughter, daddy and me, are springing off for a wee spring gathering, and we’ll hop back next week. © 2017 Michelle Kogan ps bunny says she’ll try to post poems while away but can’t promise . . .
Spring City Critters I’ve been waiting for my bunny, and she showed up when I wasn’t expecting her. I c r e e e p t up– But, oh the leaves criiinkled beneath my feet, and she shot off– One … Continue reading
Speak for Nature Who will speak for nature? In spring when all is renewed, reborn, buds unfolding, magically coming to life, soil oozing over your shoes, filled with nutrients–All kinds of crawlers and creepers enriching our plants, robins calling back … Continue reading
spring tears of rain fall, for the fallen children of northern syria. © 2017 Michelle Kogan
Helleborus and I Continue . . . Oooh yawned Borus, aren’t you finished yet! Remember, I’m a plant, not your pet. If you must continue on, capture all, work until dawn. And don’t you miss a single rosette! © 2017 … Continue reading
Indulging Helleborus Helleborus is in a hurry– Get me in my ground, come now scurry. The soil is ripe and ready, plant me, I’m tall and steady, forget your sketch, you make me flurry. I’ll skip my shower, put off … Continue reading
purple hyacinths, bell towers chiming skyward, ringing in springtime… © 2016 Michelle Kogan
Bumblings been bouncing around in my head for a few days. Hence for day 14 of #NaPoWriMo I’m sharing a bumbling poem, just written, and quick watercolor demo sketch I created for a workshop I did at the Peggy Notebaert Nature Museum last fall. Bumbling Bear and … Continue reading
Trudy got up and was dressed in a flash, Seeds, hummed Trudy, and ran out in a dash, “Breakfast first,” called her mom, “Toast, tea with lemon balm,” “Yes, hurry please,” she said, chewing, chomp, mash. Sniff, Yay spring, thought … Continue reading
“Sleepy Trudy, time to stretch and to rise,” said mom, “And now for a tiny surprise…” “Guess what came in the mail, that’s packed in a small pail,” “My special seeds,” sang Trudy with big eyes. © 2016 Michelle Kogan