Monday, April 27, 2026
Poem in your pocket day to celebrate Poetry Month.
Night Play
While darkness accumulates,
she sheds expectations
like chameleon lace.
A waterwheel of wings
rattles her window;
the pane rises
in the Moonhawk’s beak.
She slips inside his coat
feathered by scent of cloves,
moves behind his eyes.
They fly beyond
an eyelash of moon
until dawn’s pulse
sends a bead of honey
to her lips.
She returns
hungry for words.
- Penny Wilkes
Sunday, April 26, 2026
Saturday, April 25, 2026
Thursday, April 23, 2026
Tuesday, April 21, 2026
Sunday, April 19, 2026
Why Did the Goslings . . .
Why did the goslings cross the road?
They had no yolks to share?
They saw a big fork ahead?
A big goose honked at them?
Sea Squirrel Fun
Watched a sea squirrel experience a blueberry. Took it in his mouth. Held it with his paws. At first, licked and twirled it. Then bit in and tasted its flavor. Kept at it with a smile.
Saturday, April 18, 2026
Thursday, April 16, 2026
Wednesday, April 15, 2026
Monday, April 13, 2026
Sunday, April 12, 2026
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