by Mary E. Lowd
March 9, 2021
The sun in the sky,
Cannot shine more brightly,
Than an orange cat’s glow,
When she knows,
She’s the most glorious fellow, Continue reading “The Orange Cat”
Category: Poem
Whale
by Mary E. Lowd
March 9, 2021
Bulbous blimp
Ridiculous thing
Breasting waves
Swimming with fins
Where did it come from?
How did it come to be? Continue reading “Whale”
Black-Bellied Dipper
by Mary E. Lowd
March 9, 2021
Small black bird
With a bright white breast
Flitting through the forest
Living by a stream
You could walk for hours
Not speaking a single word Continue reading “Black-Bellied Dipper”
Mole
by Mary E. Lowd
March 9, 2021
What is this thing?
Dirty brown and blunt clawed,
Stubby nosed and pink pawed,
Velvet fur,
Winking eyes,
I must surmise,
‘Tis a mole, Continue reading “Mole”
A Puffin Nesting
by Mary E. Lowd
March 10, 2021
Birds fill the air,
Like tufts of dandelion down,
Soaring and swooping by the sea,
But on the rocky shore,
One bird, face painted like a clown,
Does not fly free, Continue reading “A Puffin Nesting”
The Dog and the Muddy Lake
by Mary E. Lowd
March 11, 2021
1.
Great and grand
This dog would stand
But stretched beside a lake
It did repose
A playful roll
And plop! Continue reading “The Dog and the Muddy Lake”
Northern Flicker
by Mary E. Lowd
March 11, 2021
1.
Yellow breasted
With a black moon collar
Speckled and proud
Though you try to get rested
A giggling holler Continue reading “Northern Flicker”
Winter Follows Spring
by Mary E. Lowd
March 11, 2023
The big white dogs of winter
The small black goats of spring
The dogs stand alert and waiting
Until the goats come hopping
And lead the way Continue reading “Winter Follows Spring”
The Unknowable Mind of a Frog
by Mary E. Lowd
March 7, 2021
A pair of eyes,
A glassy mirror,
What lurks beneath?
Kicking legs,
Webbed feet,
The steady breaths… Continue reading “The Unknowable Mind of a Frog”
Implication
by Mary E. Lowd
April 24, 2021
There must be a giant tree next door
Covered in blossoms
Because tiny white flower petals
Drift through my yard
And I see them through the window
A tree is implied
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From the book: Some Words Burn Brightly: An Illuminated Collection of Poetry
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