Moons of March (Spring Moon, Worm Moon and Sugar Moon) Sky looks down on earth,with dark eyes of a new moon winks at the spring night. Seeds shed winter's shield as roots stretch in fertile earth- March howls for spring's warmth, Foretokens of spring damp fields of marsh marigolds, hoverflies delight. Loam stirs, breaking free- muddling nightcrawlers rise under the worm moon. Sugar Moon nearbysweet maples release their sap,as March winds breathe change. Terrestrial tides collide rising high, but twice a year. sun and moon poised, a morrowless day arriving on the equinox perfectly balanced.
Senryu /a renewed heart Breath the sunlit air, uproot weeds watered by tears, stirred souls’ plant anew. Rewritten as a Tanka- 31 Syllables Tears flow deep within watering roots of despair. Breathe the sunlit air, uproot weeds nurtured by tears, stir the soul to start anew.
2. Ode to Childhood Hopscotch with shells and whirlybirds, swinging weeeee with our words. Walking with cousins barefoot in the grass playing with friends, hoping summer will last. No school, outside and free, it is time just to be me- on the porch swing, shelling peas I prefer to snap green beans, please. Straight from the garden, a summer snack. chores done, potatoes stored in the shack. Childhood summers make me wish for more, tree climbing, river-side camping on a sandy shore. 3. Ode to Daffodils. Bordering Mamaw’s cotton field Besides Momma's fence To my backyard Daffodils.
Clerihew- rhyming couplets, poking fun at celebrities. President Donald J Trump was fond of the campaign stump. He was a shaker and a policymaker, Unlike President Nixon, who was a quaker.