Gold on the Forest Floor

Jason bringing Pelias the Golden Fleece. Side ...Image via Wikipedia

Two girls, two poems, in color. Companion words. Little One's came first, inspired Eldest Child's...


The color gold shining on leaves
swiftly floating everywhere like a
sparkling fog. Hear, the music
starts to play, announcing the
arrival of the color gold.


The color gold,
shining on leaves,
dappling the
forest floor
with sparkles.

Oh, and I wanted to add this one, a color poem that spontaneously appeared at the dinner table. And this reminds me of Laura's comment over at High Calling Blogs. Yes, part of finding poetry is finding a new way of hearing...


She neatly
picks out
all the peas
and puts them
in a little
green pile.

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Blogger kirsten said...

you must marvel at your daughters.

a // sparkling fog ... announcing the // arrival of the color gold

... and how could i not love a poem with the words dappling and sparkles.

12:30 PM  
Blogger Joelle said...

Wonderful images, sounds. Too good to be kept to oneself; I'm glad the ladies were willing to share!

6:43 PM  

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