tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30685529587816444872024-03-23T03:18:38.579-07:00PoeturescapesPoetry + Nature + Lifescapes
As I walk through nature, I am struck with awe at the pure beauty and persistence of life through the seasons. I use my camera to capture the moments on my walk that make me stop and take notice of this world surrounding me. As I continue to walk and reflect, my experiences in nature ground me and give me a different perspective on seeing my life. In writing these reflections down, I see connections between my life and the greater world.Cathy Hutterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04302353459972183427noreply@blogger.comBlogger91125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3068552958781644487.post-84878432243648306112023-08-15T07:58:00.004-07:002023-08-15T07:58:55.545-07:00The After Tears<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbUQpTUSOKVLbnbgfUnP9nmbevDtkgV8nEyKaDi7PgHNef0ng5tja-3n3Ok803Onb2E2YTR4AhnEmU_yg3xquieVsg5QBABhtT1dx6Zh8_BQSV6K3Zt6s1uzLUuN_hIiz_4U9UClrYjvM7NZXOmsHSJu-ynb7rI3i89ZPLQjX9gr-Jv-3rp3Nx9sUtiNRm/s6000/pexels-recep-fatih-kaya-11302099.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="6000" data-original-width="4000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbUQpTUSOKVLbnbgfUnP9nmbevDtkgV8nEyKaDi7PgHNef0ng5tja-3n3Ok803Onb2E2YTR4AhnEmU_yg3xquieVsg5QBABhtT1dx6Zh8_BQSV6K3Zt6s1uzLUuN_hIiz_4U9UClrYjvM7NZXOmsHSJu-ynb7rI3i89ZPLQjX9gr-Jv-3rp3Nx9sUtiNRm/s320/pexels-recep-fatih-kaya-11302099.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><br /><p>The storm has</p><p>rolled out,</p><p>an ordinary calm</p><p>carries in on its coattails.</p><p>All looks right in the world</p><p>until</p><p>a subtle rustle </p><p>and</p><p>plink-plopping</p><p>of the after tears</p><p>reveal the traumatic</p><p>remnants </p><p>of the deluge. </p><p><br /></p><p>Rain was forecasted to continue in an hour or so. A storm had just rolled through and at the moment it was a calm, gray day. I decided to squeeze in a walk along a trail in one of my favorite parks. </p><p>While walking along the trail, I noticed the beaded drops of rain decorating the leaves as well as the tips of pine needles. It was a beauty after the hours of rain that morning. Taking a few more steps down the trail, I heard raindrops hitting leaves and then falling father down to my hat and skin. I stopped and thought -"Is it raining again? That was really quick." But then, I realized no. It was the drops of water resting on the far above leaves being rustled causing the drops to fall. It was like an aftershock of the rainstorm. </p><p>Thinking about this aftershock brought to mind the storms in life we walk through as humans. The actual storm may have passed and to everyone else you look fine and normal, but then something (a song, a scent, a text) brings remnants of that storm right back up to the surface. Tears spring from a well within and unexpectedly flow down our faces. It shakes us for a moment and takes us back. These after tears reveal the hidden healing that still needs to take place from the trauma of the storms we have walked through. </p><p>I think we need to remember that others around us could be dealing with after tears that we don't know about. So I suggest offering kindness to everyone you encounter because you never what may have been rustled to the surface that day. </p><p><br /></p><p>Photo Credit: Recap Faith KAYA at Pexels</p><div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: 0px 0px; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: none; box-sizing: border-box; color: #2c343e; fill: rgb(44, 52, 62); font-family: PlusJakartaSans, -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Oxygen, Cantarell, "Helvetica Neue", Ubuntu, sans-serif; font-size: 60px; font-weight: inherit; letter-spacing: -0.02em; line-height: 1; margin: 30px 0px 0px; outline: none; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: unset; padding-right: unset; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><br /></div>Cathy Hutterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04302353459972183427noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3068552958781644487.post-23129252417335277222023-08-06T15:08:00.001-07:002023-08-06T15:59:05.548-07:00Perfect Teaspoonfuls of Creation<div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3YU1qmC1vpeCjWEZbGIWjLtvGPjgEji6kH6IaJjDFfYkyz_loB-Fk8sBJPrqIyo2Dp88m4dLbqRam5MV1oJyAq3eRZZQmMOvI573zUswrXOhxrszrD4__ZbtMgrWhPqsq0A9x0ACwV0scydScy6sVLRkziO5wHGQUbqTvx1KSNzxkQ9A52vlYJHIthxND/s2129/IMG_9727.HEIC" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2129" data-original-width="1597" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3YU1qmC1vpeCjWEZbGIWjLtvGPjgEji6kH6IaJjDFfYkyz_loB-Fk8sBJPrqIyo2Dp88m4dLbqRam5MV1oJyAq3eRZZQmMOvI573zUswrXOhxrszrD4__ZbtMgrWhPqsq0A9x0ACwV0scydScy6sVLRkziO5wHGQUbqTvx1KSNzxkQ9A52vlYJHIthxND/s320/IMG_9727.HEIC" width="240" /></a></div><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Sunny yellow finch </span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;">perched on a coral zinnia- </span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;">for just a moment </span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;">White, pink-streaked petals </span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;">stretching up towards sun's light- </span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;">bloom lasts only days </span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Blue body at rest </span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;">still transparent wings outstretched- </span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;">scared off suddenly </span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;">At the horizon</span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;">sun in cotton candy sky- </span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;">quickly fades to black </span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Take notice of these perfect </span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;">teaspoonfuls of creation.</span><b style="font-weight: bold;">
</b></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_bCUJbYyvbfswTEnRLVGcFECMYfAg70qa7ZYCnylEcOpHUqCml659M-2AW9YCl93WIdo1wJIb4kdFjSO0oe0-82nr6b7wHxIxsmBlM8qpArUNab_rlVOI8nNeDA4JL5low8N5dCDfXWMMPAYYUFY-J1Sr78UaTD94feIPgUbQjA1uwcfh0j7_P3dVjwu6/s4032/IMG_9741.HEIC" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_bCUJbYyvbfswTEnRLVGcFECMYfAg70qa7ZYCnylEcOpHUqCml659M-2AW9YCl93WIdo1wJIb4kdFjSO0oe0-82nr6b7wHxIxsmBlM8qpArUNab_rlVOI8nNeDA4JL5low8N5dCDfXWMMPAYYUFY-J1Sr78UaTD94feIPgUbQjA1uwcfh0j7_P3dVjwu6/s320/IMG_9741.HEIC" width="240" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">The other day I was reading a book, Stitches, by Anne Lamott. A phrase she wrote stood out to me and would not leave my mind over the next few days- "perfect teaspoon of creation" (pg. 89) </span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Then this morning, I was sitting in my living room when a yellow finch perched on the tippy-top of my orange zinnia. The two vibrant colors were just striking together. It lasted less than a minute but it struck me that this moment was one of those perfect teaspoonfuls of creation. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">Then as I went through the rest of my Sunday, I remained open to noticing these teaspoonfuls. I watched a gorgeous turquoise dragonfly rest for less than 30 seconds on a bush but oh was his color magnificent! I also walked through a garden of blooming lotus flowers and was in awe of their delicate beauty. Their blooms will only last 3-4 days but what an example of perfect creation they are! (Bergen Water Gardens and Nursery is a stunning place to visit and see these flowers in their glory.)</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">After collecting so many teaspoonfuls today, I knew I needed to write a poem to capture all of the beauty surrounding us each day. So I hope this poem inspires you to take notice of the perfect teaspoonfuls of creation that are all around you. </span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4UnG9gr9Bhwj-ME6e4oMkeHZHSPQCt46GMdhbXFpMztEc7B4HjNlOZc9FQCTlFC3Ns7AVz3scoX8SOO5SM3XRJrcJgT2oJJ_siHHHuHhGEWFX3LdU4aZW9QRNDB0fYw9PC9ohZFz1kZ5w_FAOt92dWEjV1SRJqRUe-Ydj2S1LKTL5gKvXdVCLd3ZQVcSF/s2190/IMG_8886.HEIC" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2190" data-original-width="1642" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4UnG9gr9Bhwj-ME6e4oMkeHZHSPQCt46GMdhbXFpMztEc7B4HjNlOZc9FQCTlFC3Ns7AVz3scoX8SOO5SM3XRJrcJgT2oJJ_siHHHuHhGEWFX3LdU4aZW9QRNDB0fYw9PC9ohZFz1kZ5w_FAOt92dWEjV1SRJqRUe-Ydj2S1LKTL5gKvXdVCLd3ZQVcSF/s320/IMG_8886.HEIC" width="240" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>Poetry Form: Haiku Sonnet</span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier;">4 haikus and then a couplet of 5 or 7 syllables<br /> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div>Cathy Hutterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04302353459972183427noreply@blogger.com0Rochester, NY, USA43.156577899999988 -77.608846514.846344063821142 -112.7650965 71.46681173617884 -42.4525965tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3068552958781644487.post-74089114036754649982023-07-25T09:54:00.004-07:002023-07-25T09:54:14.564-07:00Mesmerizing with a Dance of Light<p>In the darkness, flashes of golden bright<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6NKklJfMOlcqsj6EYieokKrGm8szQWsx0bCkoXEc1dO4Rlxfylhw_uIr8Tb8Sm7iOG4OAlO9YoQcXjPN0ZlgvUyZJGxH3HcSc0X7h3bo7M7KoBOMvPVGoBn0_cKJxE_iPd-2buu7F1NZb8dg2OBgP9WBAsjXf763ooQEWWSAP4ZmVGt8dYCczTfaO9NIr/s5440/pexels-marek-piwnicki-12966921.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3400" data-original-width="5440" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6NKklJfMOlcqsj6EYieokKrGm8szQWsx0bCkoXEc1dO4Rlxfylhw_uIr8Tb8Sm7iOG4OAlO9YoQcXjPN0ZlgvUyZJGxH3HcSc0X7h3bo7M7KoBOMvPVGoBn0_cKJxE_iPd-2buu7F1NZb8dg2OBgP9WBAsjXf763ooQEWWSAP4ZmVGt8dYCczTfaO9NIr/w320-h200/pexels-marek-piwnicki-12966921.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td></tr></tbody></table><br /></p><p>like mystical fairies</p><p>flying through the summer night.</p><p>A bit of nature's magic</p><p>showering us with delight.</p><p>Igniting joy while</p><p>mesmerizing with a dance of light</p><p>in single blinks to ignited flurries</p><p>oh what a truly enchanted sight!</p><p><br /></p><p>There is nothing better than sitting outside at twilight and catching the light show put on by fireflies. There is something magical about it. With each blink, a bit of joy is kindled in me. Sitting in silence, watching light dance around the yard is a pure joy of this season. I plan to soak it up each night I can. </p><p><br /></p><p>Poetry form: Magic 9</p><p><br /></p><p>Photo Credit: <span style="font-family: PlusJakartaSans, -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Oxygen, Cantarell, "Helvetica Neue", Ubuntu, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; white-space: pre;">Photo by Marek Piwnicki: https://www.pexels.com/photo/light-dawn-landscape-nature-12966921/</span></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Cathy Hutterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04302353459972183427noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3068552958781644487.post-88123898883474872312023-07-16T12:20:00.001-07:002023-07-16T12:31:06.080-07:00Chameleonic Fruit<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8tXhyuOq2rl53UNXK1RL1x6gK59AoC9jRjV75RTokBBRsTO5ee96bUawVRLOwM5tV5ey302uf8T5FmBmyFwS3v9cKzmtkTZBA9AeZsuAoGPfqOWVXHCn7jpWT9D261xjKAjz3d1ruALzuQzIsPy7KzXnOO4mkgqb0VI8OkMIbUItmpKNfK_QT7Zkbd6OB/s1449/IMG_9613.HEIC" style="clear: left; 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font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 0.5px; line-height: initial; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; white-space-collapse: preserve;">petals</p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #777777; counter-reset: list-1 0 list-2 0 list-3 0 list-4 0 list-5 0 list-6 0 list-7 0 list-8 0 list-9 0; cursor: text; float: none; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 0.5px; line-height: initial; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; white-space-collapse: preserve;">fall away,</p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #777777; counter-reset: list-1 0 list-2 0 list-3 0 list-4 0 list-5 0 list-6 0 list-7 0 list-8 0 list-9 0; cursor: text; float: none; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 0.5px; line-height: initial; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; white-space-collapse: preserve;">white upside down</p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #777777; counter-reset: list-1 0 list-2 0 list-3 0 list-4 0 list-5 0 list-6 0 list-7 0 list-8 0 list-9 0; cursor: text; float: none; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 0.5px; line-height: initial; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; white-space-collapse: preserve;">teardrop berry enlarges each day</p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #777777; counter-reset: list-1 0 list-2 0 list-3 0 list-4 0 list-5 0 list-6 0 list-7 0 list-8 0 list-9 0; cursor: text; float: none; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 0.5px; line-height: initial; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; white-space-collapse: preserve;">palest tint of pink blushes over young skin</p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #777777; counter-reset: list-1 0 list-2 0 list-3 0 list-4 0 list-5 0 list-6 0 list-7 0 list-8 0 list-9 0; cursor: text; float: none; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 0.5px; line-height: initial; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; white-space-collapse: preserve;">overnight maturity to vibrant red announces to the world- "Look! I am ready."</p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #777777; counter-reset: list-1 0 list-2 0 list-3 0 list-4 0 list-5 0 list-6 0 list-7 0 list-8 0 list-9 0; cursor: text; float: none; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 0.5px; line-height: initial; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsMOC2Dh31dYn1zqNB9DCMpQ2BzqTTu3GUxpiogS1X9yhAA-Ye98b2fdVMIBBRl8GgTcaUyJo39ulSQDb2itJ2UftT_mESWg4jnhxpGNi3kdM54QYAZvzshvuWUSBeoBdRHcGo8HqV-ps3_JoV95dGCPVJieca_fdLX9j_T6wtvo8LqqlF6V_OyM2cNQpe/s3393/IMG_9610.HEIC" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3393" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsMOC2Dh31dYn1zqNB9DCMpQ2BzqTTu3GUxpiogS1X9yhAA-Ye98b2fdVMIBBRl8GgTcaUyJo39ulSQDb2itJ2UftT_mESWg4jnhxpGNi3kdM54QYAZvzshvuWUSBeoBdRHcGo8HqV-ps3_JoV95dGCPVJieca_fdLX9j_T6wtvo8LqqlF6V_OyM2cNQpe/s320/IMG_9610.HEIC" width="285" /></a></div><br /><p style="background-color: white; 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box-sizing: border-box; color: #777777; counter-reset: list-1 0 list-2 0 list-3 0 list-4 0 list-5 0 list-6 0 list-7 0 list-8 0 list-9 0; cursor: text; float: none; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 0.5px; line-height: initial; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><br /></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #777777; counter-reset: list-1 0 list-2 0 list-3 0 list-4 0 list-5 0 list-6 0 list-7 0 list-8 0 list-9 0; cursor: text; float: none; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 0.5px; line-height: initial; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><br /></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #777777; counter-reset: list-1 0 list-2 0 list-3 0 list-4 0 list-5 0 list-6 0 list-7 0 list-8 0 list-9 0; cursor: text; float: none; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 0.5px; line-height: initial; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><br /></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #777777; counter-reset: list-1 0 list-2 0 list-3 0 list-4 0 list-5 0 list-6 0 list-7 0 list-8 0 list-9 0; cursor: text; float: none; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 0.5px; line-height: initial; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><br /></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #777777; counter-reset: list-1 0 list-2 0 list-3 0 list-4 0 list-5 0 list-6 0 list-7 0 list-8 0 list-9 0; cursor: text; float: none; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 0.5px; line-height: initial; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; white-space-collapse: preserve;">The other week from my CSA, I received a strawberry plant. I have watched it grow. Yesterday, I did some nature journaling and really focused on the berry. It was a large teardrop shape with a green-white hue. However in places, there could be seen the slightest touches of pale pink. Today the entire berry is a cotton candy pink. I believe when I wake up tomorrow, after a day in the sun, the berry will be ready for the world to enjoy. Hoping to see vibrant red tomorrow so I can enjoy its sweetness. Yum!</p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #777777; counter-reset: list-1 0 list-2 0 list-3 0 list-4 0 list-5 0 list-6 0 list-7 0 list-8 0 list-9 0; cursor: text; float: none; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 0.5px; line-height: initial; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><br /></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #777777; counter-reset: list-1 0 list-2 0 list-3 0 list-4 0 list-5 0 list-6 0 list-7 0 list-8 0 list-9 0; cursor: text; float: none; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 0.5px; line-height: initial; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Poetry form: Fibonacci Poem</p><ul style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #343434; font-family: "PT Sans"; font-size: 15.9984px; list-style-image: initial; list-style-position: initial; margin: 0px 0px 1.5em;"><li style="box-sizing: inherit; margin-bottom: 15px;">1 syllable for first line</li><li style="box-sizing: inherit; margin-bottom: 15px;">1 syllable for second line</li><li style="box-sizing: inherit; margin-bottom: 15px;">2 syllables for third</li><li style="box-sizing: inherit; margin-bottom: 15px;">3 syllables for fourth</li><li style="box-sizing: inherit; margin-bottom: 15px;">5 syllables for fifth</li><li style="box-sizing: inherit;">8 syllables for sixth</li></ul>Cathy Hutterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04302353459972183427noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3068552958781644487.post-80445880586692053712023-07-08T17:21:00.002-07:002023-07-08T17:35:46.317-07:00The Power of a Sunrise<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC86PbogSejLtpgp8u7afiUt0qFPgIuBPR3j2V42dqOIoada3RUXjbMjdJnP5dxl_DgMQSNnnsD38sKiYzGZOk_t8F9wbF8ci6gR6jjObjFq0x1GsI8MCZAFfZ7MXTTRVC65mQ82pe322JdQ7FUoCGrsd0XFHrRmWsBlknVOKvWC7vDjXMNNisQE7PjVtb/s4032/7BF5A541-A987-4757-90D5-698097928A2B.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC86PbogSejLtpgp8u7afiUt0qFPgIuBPR3j2V42dqOIoada3RUXjbMjdJnP5dxl_DgMQSNnnsD38sKiYzGZOk_t8F9wbF8ci6gR6jjObjFq0x1GsI8MCZAFfZ7MXTTRVC65mQ82pe322JdQ7FUoCGrsd0XFHrRmWsBlknVOKvWC7vDjXMNNisQE7PjVtb/w640-h480/7BF5A541-A987-4757-90D5-698097928A2B.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p>Along the horizon, a</p><p>brilliant</p><p>band of orange</p><p>breaks</p><p>the darkness to a </p><p>new day.</p><p>Rising</p><p>through pastel purples, pinks, peaches</p><p>until it fully</p><p>glows.</p><p>Flipping woe to</p><p>hope</p><p>on this beautiful</p><p>morn.</p><p><br /></p><p>Recently, I was able to visit Tybee Island, GA. It is a wonderful area with beautiful beaches. I am not one who usually rises early in the morning to watch the beginning of a new day but while on vacation I did this twice. </p><p>The first time my whole family woke before 6:00 AM to make it to the beach on time. We quietly walked the block to the beach, found a seat and settled in to watch the artistic work of nature. Watching the horizon, a thin line of glowing orange was a blip on the line of purple sky that met the water. Next, an arc of golden-orange rose above the water pushing into the mix of purple and pink. Then a brilliant orange orb hung in the sky where pink met peach. Finally, the glowing yellow sun rose into the blue and a new day had begun. </p><p>The second time I went alone on our last morning of vacation. This morning the art was a bit different but still stunningly beautiful. Dark gray clouds hovered on the edge of the gray water. No light was shining through at the designated time of sunrise. I sat patiently waiting to see if anything would change. Then as the sun reached the crest of the clouds, orange and gold illuminated the grayness. It continued to rise through a grayish haze tinted very pale pink to baby blue skies. At the end, another fantastic sunny, cornflower blue sky day had begun. </p><p>Watching both sunrises, gave me a different start to those days. It took away any worries or concerns for the day and filled me with hope instead. Seeing the light defeat the darkness made me focus on the light in my days. Thank you Tybee Island for this life lesson.</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1q25rXeVlfudnVsFA9lwB0Q7rIDsDtT33XQMTy04ztJpMY17EucJgzV_gbz5B-fzLumbLBa0Fe28e_k540sa1pYSbk6JZMQTo6eZ--_eDhBfs0liYgafmxiS7z5zToNeZ6WsF1RHFAyuYXO-F993BDP2PrZyVO1EDupoRVKFR7bzQfLTYh30oqKeMQEtT/s3691/B6426D78-21CF-40C1-B73B-862180C497CF.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="3691" height="524" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1q25rXeVlfudnVsFA9lwB0Q7rIDsDtT33XQMTy04ztJpMY17EucJgzV_gbz5B-fzLumbLBa0Fe28e_k540sa1pYSbk6JZMQTo6eZ--_eDhBfs0liYgafmxiS7z5zToNeZ6WsF1RHFAyuYXO-F993BDP2PrZyVO1EDupoRVKFR7bzQfLTYh30oqKeMQEtT/w640-h524/B6426D78-21CF-40C1-B73B-862180C497CF.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Cathy Hutterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04302353459972183427noreply@blogger.com1W7P5+37 Tybee Island, GA, USA31.9351291 -80.741862931.468778984586855 -81.29117930625 32.401479215413147 -80.19254649375tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3068552958781644487.post-4429106845342460732023-06-07T17:08:00.005-07:002023-06-07T17:08:48.587-07:00To Persist Through the Murkiness of Days<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn0tyFNHag9pjCkR0Jp78bbzEiaqUrfx71eREUO9gXQ6JgLYQrbWyJaoWnX4DmANRRsGhUlq8Xhzr7EsTOIvzsdbqMC5rrVZMP06szqUu40Hr8Uwe0Td1A7N12e8Q1O47su4kL13vbQNqiVN1Hr4o3pd_NmZX5WvjwSpMVXN9n9RlccFyeJr-7nvC9Dw/s2016/IMG_8948.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2016" data-original-width="1512" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn0tyFNHag9pjCkR0Jp78bbzEiaqUrfx71eREUO9gXQ6JgLYQrbWyJaoWnX4DmANRRsGhUlq8Xhzr7EsTOIvzsdbqMC5rrVZMP06szqUu40Hr8Uwe0Td1A7N12e8Q1O47su4kL13vbQNqiVN1Hr4o3pd_NmZX5WvjwSpMVXN9n9RlccFyeJr-7nvC9Dw/s320/IMG_8948.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br />Smoky haze invades<p></p><p>battling with life-giving energy</p><p>to persist through the murkiness of days.</p><p><br /></p><p>Fire devours all in its path</p><p>Soot remnants disperse on the winds</p><p>Smoky haze invades</p><p><br /></p><p>Through an apocalyptic numbness</p><p>an orange orb pulsates</p><p>battling with life giving energy </p><p><br /></p><p>It does not succumb</p><p>but shines hope</p><p>to persist through the murkiness of days.</p><p><br /></p><p>The past few days the skies where I live have been taken over by the smoke from the wildfires in Canada. It just hangs in the air making everything murky. As soon as you walk out of your door, the smell of fire fills your nose. The sun does not shine but you can still see it in the sky. It is an orange orb of brightness in a huge expanse of gray. It will not let the smoky haze obliterate it. It is a reminder that this murkiness will pass and our days will be lit by its light again. Just hanging in the sky it offers hope.</p><p>I realize that I am experiencing nothing compared to the people who are living near the fires and directly dealing with its destruction. My thoughts and prayers are with you. </p><p>Poetry form: Cascade </p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Cathy Hutterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04302353459972183427noreply@blogger.com1Rochester, NY, USA43.156577899999988 -77.608846514.846344063821142 -112.7650965 71.46681173617884 -42.4525965tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3068552958781644487.post-84234967868884873152023-05-21T11:58:00.002-07:002023-05-21T11:58:44.528-07:00Magical Medicine for My Soul<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-cLKYfcUKGkWat23q7DtNT8FfqFo9EoVApRio-vq3BoMND8d17tOt1MruzBDmK6J8QHA8AAxeEcHASI8do2E2hw9FrH-KgPwG4SR8liiPozN6jkoPWzx2iw-Oedpo8jbtisgPCaeXbDYzc0PSK4fUwSheiBmpW0KNZ1smI9P8azfR9ypRXQHBJjxkDg/s2016/IMG_8804.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1512" data-original-width="2016" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-cLKYfcUKGkWat23q7DtNT8FfqFo9EoVApRio-vq3BoMND8d17tOt1MruzBDmK6J8QHA8AAxeEcHASI8do2E2hw9FrH-KgPwG4SR8liiPozN6jkoPWzx2iw-Oedpo8jbtisgPCaeXbDYzc0PSK4fUwSheiBmpW0KNZ1smI9P8azfR9ypRXQHBJjxkDg/s320/IMG_8804.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />Dear Mother Nature,<p></p><p>I just wanted to express </p><p>my thanks to you </p><p>for the constant care you wrap around me.</p><p>Your fresh air cleanses my body</p><p>as I release stress and anxiety into your winds.</p><p>Your beautiful blooming flowers</p><p>color my world diminishing the gray gloom of my mind.</p><p>That absolutely glorious sun</p><p>energizes me with its life-giving powers.</p><p>Your flowing waters create cascading melodies</p><p>washing calm into my being.</p><p>Thank you for offering all of yourself to me so unselfishly.</p><p>Being in your presence</p><p>is magical medicine for my soul.</p><p>I certainly don't say it enough- </p><p>so THANK YOU.</p><p>With great love,</p><p>Your child- Cathy</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1nSrUZkUZnbLjbdoeHbcWET6EDwNWH_e6BtEaaLMRNxvdtpAxNVzcWRa63H5n7jH-HOoaENuWEF5H9FfZyKHNEmbBfiNrh-AaXCcW4QHiAlC6g5xn-SsFvJyPES1HEFbM6wcpEWAE03h7wlRQsJQNqeHMcfIQNIBYX4qAE9D4z-SsaA50TZQXx7ptYg/s1494/IMG_8809.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1494" data-original-width="1120" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1nSrUZkUZnbLjbdoeHbcWET6EDwNWH_e6BtEaaLMRNxvdtpAxNVzcWRa63H5n7jH-HOoaENuWEF5H9FfZyKHNEmbBfiNrh-AaXCcW4QHiAlC6g5xn-SsFvJyPES1HEFbM6wcpEWAE03h7wlRQsJQNqeHMcfIQNIBYX4qAE9D4z-SsaA50TZQXx7ptYg/s320/IMG_8809.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p>I was reminded this weekend about the power of nature. Spending time in the sun amongst beautiful flowers with a warm fresh breeze tickling my face, just washed away the tenseness of the past week. My whole spirit feels so different than it did a day or two ago. I have always known that being outdoors is my comfort place. So I am expressing my gratitude to Mother Nature for all that she provides for me. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_3nfXfRx9TmiMivCqBZPtrmUc8BEYRsDcIcLGghpAF-T0By2phBRes9HDc_iEvgkZ28PndpAeLnyB862tmRrSY1dBPC33-cAo7HMD3S-GM6N05nVTFUYf3LxdI10tmBQfLMjDMzQ-xzDOXqVSU-GkDRiKFkq4EPhNG-Iq8ahohTQmDBXyIA1kmwXStg/s1691/IMG_8799.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1691" data-original-width="1512" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_3nfXfRx9TmiMivCqBZPtrmUc8BEYRsDcIcLGghpAF-T0By2phBRes9HDc_iEvgkZ28PndpAeLnyB862tmRrSY1dBPC33-cAo7HMD3S-GM6N05nVTFUYf3LxdI10tmBQfLMjDMzQ-xzDOXqVSU-GkDRiKFkq4EPhNG-Iq8ahohTQmDBXyIA1kmwXStg/s320/IMG_8799.jpg" width="286" /></a></div><br /><p>Poetry Form: Epistolary Poem -a poem that reads as a letter</p>Cathy Hutterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04302353459972183427noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3068552958781644487.post-87252602416306189742023-05-07T12:32:00.000-07:002023-05-07T12:32:08.079-07:00Subtly Proclaiming<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgujILH7P_q3GKuAzdXJ4qDDhe7NvAYI-WUOqkYsoVw-5pA9JxiwfklMPt8sxxKf2i7mxrHjWPfHgNAali9t9WEaOxdfaz4rbEQvbZpuaXI9aUH2d4ZXvRcG1cjZM8Dkk1FPmblRP0aGFEL3A4JoHTEUaHEi1x0QZfm70ANgNnTgLnjvC_7cGOZNJQ_2A/s2016/IMG_5297.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2016" data-original-width="1512" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgujILH7P_q3GKuAzdXJ4qDDhe7NvAYI-WUOqkYsoVw-5pA9JxiwfklMPt8sxxKf2i7mxrHjWPfHgNAali9t9WEaOxdfaz4rbEQvbZpuaXI9aUH2d4ZXvRcG1cjZM8Dkk1FPmblRP0aGFEL3A4JoHTEUaHEi1x0QZfm70ANgNnTgLnjvC_7cGOZNJQ_2A/s320/IMG_5297.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><p>Blossoms rivered through the leaves of green</p><p>flowing blue through the weave of trees</p><p>cresting in bells of beauty</p><p>so subtly proclaiming </p><p>a welcome to Spring</p><p>waiting to be</p><p>noticed by</p><p>human</p><p>eyes.</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>This morning I took a walk along a trail at the perfect time. The bluebells were in full bloom! As I rounded a curve in the trail, a sea of blue stood before me. The bells were spread as far as I could see creating a river of blue amongst the leaves of green. It was purely beautiful! I paused a moment to take it all in. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzc07zmoOxICOfnTc4vzR-G99u_lAWmxFIJ3zp7WARIAI-9oCMg1X22BE8C9Y6AIwwqgA-u7mFmQhtL19-77-g3O9uMrtye7zuuuSxdPN-59_mIfKB-EfHocuvzTPomXF_dujpMcI43mZMn4wvB9yxGctqSqeyPO6pdNtF2BNQ4GMyQ8jbtppNuS16Kw/s2016/IMG_5296.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1512" data-original-width="2016" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzc07zmoOxICOfnTc4vzR-G99u_lAWmxFIJ3zp7WARIAI-9oCMg1X22BE8C9Y6AIwwqgA-u7mFmQhtL19-77-g3O9uMrtye7zuuuSxdPN-59_mIfKB-EfHocuvzTPomXF_dujpMcI43mZMn4wvB9yxGctqSqeyPO6pdNtF2BNQ4GMyQ8jbtppNuS16Kw/s320/IMG_5296.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>A little farther down the trail, I came across a fairy door at the base of a tree trunk. It made me wonder if this space was really a garden cared for by fairies. There did seem to be something magical in the hush of the sunlight illuminating these blue beauties. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUBT3Qxqiug98CcHj6mqU5I102pYruwe3QNk7F7S5zUwYMiIvQRmw_xgF5NlSqZBay3yDRYWzYSNFK-kUgARKmzP69kO_Rn0Q2fY_0eznOSfobuTIoqULbheTN-LtFUhiMMKQX9E2jM4dkodMO8zcFVDYdO1oll7HLNsGGfITpsN7A0CmZHFymHAO9xg/s2016/IMG_8700.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2016" data-original-width="1512" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUBT3Qxqiug98CcHj6mqU5I102pYruwe3QNk7F7S5zUwYMiIvQRmw_xgF5NlSqZBay3yDRYWzYSNFK-kUgARKmzP69kO_Rn0Q2fY_0eznOSfobuTIoqULbheTN-LtFUhiMMKQX9E2jM4dkodMO8zcFVDYdO1oll7HLNsGGfITpsN7A0CmZHFymHAO9xg/s320/IMG_8700.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>Poetry form: Nonet</p><p>9 lines with each line decreasing by 1 syllable from 9 to 1. </p><p>Photo credit: my husband, Greg, took the 1st photo in the post.</p><p><br /></p>Cathy Hutterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04302353459972183427noreply@blogger.com0Breese Park, 108 Westcombe Park, West Henrietta, NY 14586, USA43.0277963 -77.722963414.717562463821153 -112.8792134 71.338030136178844 -42.5667134tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3068552958781644487.post-62881413155901055302023-05-03T17:02:00.002-07:002023-05-04T09:27:27.257-07:00Mother Nature's Melancholy<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuphhxnQTEV6hZ1DlCSzRDIVNfkP1tWeXgFyWKMVX72_4teqO1pxluSR6DCEhTXFkdR3AX0-AsDFzNP1SIZqCqeMTDSz07gJNHcikzRZKpus5BwCKqyzBjGU9lMewhtUgVr_zOdVEtMRUUsEMdnRoyyb3kBW-pWGLl3pYqkTjJGIxpJSTYiMhJiMMtBA/s640/IMG_8079.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="480" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuphhxnQTEV6hZ1DlCSzRDIVNfkP1tWeXgFyWKMVX72_4teqO1pxluSR6DCEhTXFkdR3AX0-AsDFzNP1SIZqCqeMTDSz07gJNHcikzRZKpus5BwCKqyzBjGU9lMewhtUgVr_zOdVEtMRUUsEMdnRoyyb3kBW-pWGLl3pYqkTjJGIxpJSTYiMhJiMMtBA/s320/IMG_8079.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>As morning edged out night</div><div>the sky gripped tightly</div><div>the billowy gray blanket</div><div>of Mother Nature's continued melancholy</div><div>as a few tears</div><div>trickled,</div><div>then</div><div>escalated</div><div>to sobs of sadness,</div><div>pattered back down to</div><div>a mist of glumness</div><div>day, after day, after day, after day, after day, after day.</div><div><br /></div><div>When will Mother Nature let the light of hope shine again?</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>We are on a 5 day of streak of clouds and rain. It is starting to feel like the gloominess will never leave. Morning- gray Afternoon- gray Evening- gray </div><div>The only change is the amount of rain that may accompany the gray- mist, sprinkle, rain, downpour. Everyday just feels the same. </div><div>May has arrived and I know I am waiting for the sun and its warmth. When will Mother Nature's let the sun shine through? Honestly, I am hoping the forecast is correct and it will be nothing but sun in 2 days. Fingers-crossed!</div>Cathy Hutterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04302353459972183427noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3068552958781644487.post-41529729457931703502023-04-25T15:59:00.002-07:002023-04-25T16:11:02.373-07:00Filling My Rising to My Rest <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2FS8toQ8sr-xbr5GkpzL6ID2aC2Q4Pae_6qQtH0WMPBaUVN99b5tQ_a0Lv8V5JDFJiN8pEo30muvzF8XKY3OIytZ6EXhPVtkrKffywjxdve6_2UEyvUnyyPBcIGRBHOwCMB3Dkb_5NOjkhuKRuUQOVBtpx3fAMDbbcsgfFxhldR1hCS8ac9q6SYLllQ/s1280/IMG_8653.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="1280" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2FS8toQ8sr-xbr5GkpzL6ID2aC2Q4Pae_6qQtH0WMPBaUVN99b5tQ_a0Lv8V5JDFJiN8pEo30muvzF8XKY3OIytZ6EXhPVtkrKffywjxdve6_2UEyvUnyyPBcIGRBHOwCMB3Dkb_5NOjkhuKRuUQOVBtpx3fAMDbbcsgfFxhldR1hCS8ac9q6SYLllQ/w400-h300/IMG_8653.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>our sun rising through cotton candy sky</p><p>dew drops glistening along blades of grass</p><p>birds announcing the arrival of a new day</p><p>- Oh the beauty of an earthen morn!</p><p><br /></p><p>white puffs peppering the cerulean sky</p><p>sunflowers heads seeking the light </p><p>bees dancing their way from bloom to bloom</p><p>- Oh the beauty of an earthen noon!</p><p><br /></p><p>sunset masterpiece fading to periwinkle</p><p>wind whispering a lullaby</p><p>rabbits grabbing grass mouthful by mouthful</p><p>-Oh the beauty of an earthen twilight!</p><p><br /></p><p>blackness glittering with infinite stars</p><p>fireflies decorating with yellow bursts of light</p><p>rest filling the moments with silence</p><p>-Oh, the beauty of an earthen night!</p><p><br /></p><p>Filling my rising to my rest with your beauty, </p><p>thank you Earth.</p><p><br /></p><p>This poem was written to a prompt from Solace and Connection by Leigh Anne Eck, http://adayinthelifeof19b.blogspot.com/2023/04/solace-connection-4.html to write a poem about the beauty of the earth. I tried to capture the small bits of beauty that fill my days. I am so grateful that moments of beauty exist all day long. </p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCZeYggimXc9vrOqxQFdcVAVW1YjEsH4sJ5x1GNa81SwRZSKTrMIt3njN6CKvI6nkErrUx2aMskZFMU6WNUYNjnLjHGmYlQ2PKE471VwwS95L_-VfHdt1cz4Y6WpMFCMYE2_bstnxzK2Am5TwM9aKvLPJ0feFn3Al85wWc0u7ZKjbxOpheYbybf2oCPQ/s320/solace%20and%20connection%20(1).png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="268" data-original-width="320" height="268" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCZeYggimXc9vrOqxQFdcVAVW1YjEsH4sJ5x1GNa81SwRZSKTrMIt3njN6CKvI6nkErrUx2aMskZFMU6WNUYNjnLjHGmYlQ2PKE471VwwS95L_-VfHdt1cz4Y6WpMFCMYE2_bstnxzK2Am5TwM9aKvLPJ0feFn3Al85wWc0u7ZKjbxOpheYbybf2oCPQ/s1600/solace%20and%20connection%20(1).png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p> </p><p><br /></p>Cathy Hutterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04302353459972183427noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3068552958781644487.post-14134263052102106182023-04-19T21:00:00.002-07:002023-04-19T21:00:00.178-07:00Progressive Poem 2023 Continues... Day 20<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjWecXD3CB1yF8A6zjZud-_iVPkIlAbITzNsDhqoxkH5D7b-MR-Op_ISHf2dzr5FQwKFSWuqhXNbb1rj4bZigDrPidf72JcEg4GuRe1A7l-3L1PmkaRxw0VeA8b23ifp3qNooPd6LWP7SPtG-2bXRQDm6VeAr4sDuMs8Rg3anJkd7hB7Jsf1cCIdgEISw" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="500" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjWecXD3CB1yF8A6zjZud-_iVPkIlAbITzNsDhqoxkH5D7b-MR-Op_ISHf2dzr5FQwKFSWuqhXNbb1rj4bZigDrPidf72JcEg4GuRe1A7l-3L1PmkaRxw0VeA8b23ifp3qNooPd6LWP7SPtG-2bXRQDm6VeAr4sDuMs8Rg3anJkd7hB7Jsf1cCIdgEISw" width="240" /></a></div><p></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #999999; font-family: "Open Sans", sans-serif; font-size: 12px; text-align: center;"><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>Photo credit: Margaret Simon, Reflections on the Teche.</span></p><p><span style="background-color: white; color: #3d3d3d; font-family: "Open Sans", sans-serif; font-size: 17px;">The Progressive Poem tradition was started by author Irene Latham. It is now under the inspired helm of Margaret Simon who has organized the event during the last few years. A poem is passed from blog to blog each day in April. Each line is contributed by a different author. The only stipulation is that it is written for children. By the end of the month, a poem completed by thirty individuals awaits us all. Thank you, Irene and Margaret, for your inspiration to create the Progressive Poem and continue its tradition during National Poetry Month. This is my first year participating and am honored to add my line to the poem. I have so enjoyed watching its creation day by day.</span></p><p><span style="background-color: white; color: #3d3d3d; font-family: "Open Sans", sans-serif; font-size: 17px;">The poem thus far:</span></p><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: inherit; color: #464646; font-size: 15px; line-height: 25px; margin: 0px 0px 13px; outline: 0px !important; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Suddenly everything fell into place<br />like raindrops hitting soil and sinking in.<br /> <br />When morning first poked me, I’d wished it away<br />my mind in the mist, muddled, confused.<br /> <br />Was this a dream or reality, rousing my response?<br />The sun surged, urging me to join in its rising,<br /> <br style="box-sizing: inherit; outline: 0px !important;" />Rising like a crystal ball reflecting on morning dew.<br />I jumped out of bed, ready to explore the day.<br /> <br style="box-sizing: inherit; outline: 0px !important;" />My feet pull me outside and into the garden<br />Where lilies and bees weave…but wait! What’s that?<br /> <br style="box-sizing: inherit; outline: 0px !important;" />A bevy of bunnies jart and dart and play in the clover. <br />A dog barks and flash, the bunderstorm is over.<br /> <br style="box-sizing: inherit; outline: 0px !important;" />I breathe-brave, quiet. Like a seed,<br />as the day, foretold in my dream, ventured upon me. <br /> <br style="box-sizing: inherit; outline: 0px !important;" />Sunbeams guided me to the gate overgrown with wisteria<br />where I spotted the note tied to the gate. </span></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: inherit; color: #464646; font-size: 15px; line-height: 25px; margin: 0px 0px 13px; outline: 0px !important; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">As I reached the gnarled gate, pollen floated like fairy dust into my face. Aaah Choo! </span></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: inherit; color: #464646; font-size: 15px; line-height: 25px; margin: 0px 0px 13px; outline: 0px !important; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Enter, if you must. We’ve been waiting for you.</span></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: inherit; color: #464646; font-size: 15px; line-height: 25px; margin: 0px 0px 13px; outline: 0px !important; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">Not giving the curious note a thought, I pushed the gate open and ran through. </span></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: inherit; color: #464646; font-size: 15px; line-height: 25px; margin: 0px 0px 13px; outline: 0px !important; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;">S<b>topped in my tracks, eyes wide in awe- can this really be true? </b>(my line)</span></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: inherit; color: #464646; font-size: 15px; line-height: 25px; margin: 0px 0px 13px; outline: 0px !important; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: inherit; color: #464646; font-size: 15px; line-height: 25px; margin: 0px 0px 13px; outline: 0px !important; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b>Process: </b>Carol Labuzzetta added the excitement of bursting through the gate. I thought about the idea of revealing who was waiting but felt it was a bit to early to answer that. Nothing was popping into my mind as to who or what would be waiting so instead I decided to write about how it felt at the first moment of seeing it. </span></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: inherit; color: #464646; font-size: 15px; line-height: 25px; margin: 0px 0px 13px; outline: 0px !important; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: helvetica; text-align: left;">This poem continues tomorrow with Sarah Grace Tuttle at </span><span style="background-color: transparent; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #464646; font-family: helvetica;">https://www.sarahgracetuttle.com/blog.</span></span></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: inherit; color: #464646; font-size: 15px; line-height: 25px; margin: 0px 0px 13px; outline: 0px !important; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><b>Progressive Poem Schedule</b></span></div><div style="background-color: white; box-sizing: inherit; color: #464646; font-size: 15px; line-height: 25px; margin: 0px 0px 13px; outline: 0px !important; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 15.4px; text-align: start;">April 1 Mary Lee Hahn, </span><a href="https://ayearofreading.org/" rel="noreferrer noopener" style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(153, 102, 51); color: #265e15; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 15.4px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: start; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank">Another Year of Reading<br /></a><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 15.4px; text-align: start;">April 2 Heidi Mordhorst, </span><a href="https://myjuicylittleuniverse.blogspot.com/" rel="noreferrer noopener" style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(153, 102, 51); color: #265e15; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 15.4px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: start; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank">My Juicy Little Universe<br /></a><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 15.4px; text-align: start;">April 3 Tabatha, </span><a href="https://tabathayeatts.blogspot.com/" rel="noreferrer noopener" style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(153, 102, 51); color: #265e15; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 15.4px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: start; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank">The Opposite of Indifference<br /></a><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 15.4px; text-align: start;">April 4 </span><a href="https://buffysilverman.com/blog/" rel="noreferrer noopener" style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(153, 102, 51); color: #265e15; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 15.4px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: start; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank">Buffy Silverman<br /></a><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 15.4px; text-align: start;">April 5 Rose Cappelli, </span><a href="https://imaginethepossibilitiesblog.wordpress.com/" rel="noreferrer noopener" style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(153, 102, 51); color: #265e15; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 15.4px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: start; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank">Imagine the Possibilities<br /></a><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 15.4px; text-align: start;">April 6 Donna Smith, </span><a href="https://mainelywrite.blogspot.com/" rel="noreferrer noopener" style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(153, 102, 51); color: #265e15; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 15.4px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: start; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank">Mainely Write<br /></a><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 15.4px; text-align: start;">April 7 Margaret Simon, </span><a href="https://reflectionsontheteche.com/" rel="noreferrer noopener" style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(153, 102, 51); color: #265e15; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 15.4px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: start; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank">Reflections on the Teche<br /></a><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 15.4px; text-align: start;">April 8 Leigh Anne, </span><a href="http://adayinthelifeof19b.blogspot.com/" rel="noreferrer noopener" style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(153, 102, 51); color: #265e15; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 15.4px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: start; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank">A Day in the Life<br /></a><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 15.4px; text-align: start;">April 9 Linda Mitchell, </span><a href="https://awordedgewiselindamitchell.blogspot.com/" rel="noreferrer noopener" style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(153, 102, 51); color: #265e15; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 15.4px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: start; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank">A Word Edgewise<br /></a><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 15.4px; text-align: start;">April 10 Denise Krebs, </span><a href="https://mrsdkrebs.edublogs.org/" rel="noreferrer noopener" style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(153, 102, 51); color: #265e15; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 15.4px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: start; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank">Dare to Care<br /></a><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 15.4px; text-align: start;">April 11 Emma Roller, </span><a href="https://emmaspoems2.wordpress.com/" rel="noreferrer noopener" style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(153, 102, 51); color: #265e15; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 15.4px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: start; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank">Penguins and Poems<br /></a><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 15.4px; text-align: start;">April 12 Dave Roller, </span><a href="https://dave-homeschooldad.blogspot.com/" rel="noreferrer noopener" style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(153, 102, 51); color: #265e15; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 15.4px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: start; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank">Leap Of Dave</a><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 15.4px; text-align: start;"> </span><br style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 15.4px; text-align: start;" /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 15.4px; text-align: start;">April 13 Irene Latham </span><a href="https://irenelatham.blogspot.com/" rel="noreferrer noopener" style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(153, 102, 51); color: #265e15; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 15.4px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: start; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank">Live You Poem</a><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 15.4px; text-align: start;"> </span><br style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 15.4px; text-align: start;" /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 15.4px; text-align: start;">April 14 Janice Scully, </span><a href="http://janicescully.com/" rel="noreferrer noopener" style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(153, 102, 51); color: #265e15; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 15.4px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: start; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank">Salt City Verse<br /></a><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 15.4px; text-align: start;">April 15 </span><a href="https://www.jonerushmacculloch.com/blog" style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(153, 102, 51); color: #265e15; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 15.4px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: start; text-decoration-line: none;">Jone Rush MacCulloch<br /></a><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 15.4px; text-align: start;">April 16 Linda Baie </span><a href="https://www.teacherdance.org/" rel="noreferrer noopener" style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(153, 102, 51); color: #265e15; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 15.4px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: start; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank">TeacherDance<br /></a><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 15.4px; text-align: start;">April 17 Carol Varsalona,</span><a href="https://beyondliteracylink.blogspot.com/" rel="noreferrer noopener" style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(153, 102, 51); color: #265e15; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 15.4px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: start; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"> Beyond Literacy Link<br /></a><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 15.4px; text-align: start;">April 18 </span><a href="http://www.marcieatkins.com/" rel="noreferrer noopener" style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(153, 102, 51); color: #265e15; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 15.4px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: start; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank">Marcie Atkins<br /></a><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 15.4px; text-align: start;">April 19 Carol Labuzzetta at </span><a href="https://theapplesinmyorchard.com/" rel="noreferrer noopener" style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(153, 102, 51); color: #265e15; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 15.4px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: start; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank">The Apples in My Orchard <br /></a><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 15.4px; text-align: start;">April 20 Cathy Hutter, </span><a href="https://poeturescapes.blogspot.com/" rel="noreferrer noopener" style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(153, 102, 51); color: #265e15; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 15.4px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: start; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank">Poeturescapes<br /></a><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 15.4px; text-align: start;">April 21 Sarah Grace Tuttle at </span><a href="https://www.sarahgracetuttle.com/blog" rel="noreferrer noopener" style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(153, 102, 51); color: #265e15; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 15.4px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: start; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank">Sarah Grace Tuttle’s Blog,</a><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 15.4px; text-align: start;"> </span><br style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 15.4px; text-align: start;" /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 15.4px; text-align: start;">April 22</span><a href="https://marilynrgarcia.com/whats-new/" rel="noreferrer noopener" style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(153, 102, 51); color: #265e15; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 15.4px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: start; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"> Marilyn Garcia<br /></a><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 15.4px; text-align: start;">April 23 Catherine at </span><a href="https://readingtothecore.com/" rel="noreferrer noopener" style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(153, 102, 51); color: #265e15; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 15.4px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: start; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank">Reading to the Core<br /></a><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 15.4px; text-align: start;">April 24 Janet Fagal, hosted by Tabatha, </span><a href="https://tabathayeatts.blogspot.com/" rel="noreferrer noopener" style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(153, 102, 51); color: #265e15; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 15.4px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: start; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank">The Opposite of Indifference<br /></a><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 15.4px; text-align: start;">April 25 Ruth, </span><a href="https://thereisnosuchthingasagodforsakentown.blogspot.com/" rel="noreferrer noopener" style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(153, 102, 51); color: #265e15; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 15.4px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: start; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank">There is no Such Thing as a God-Forsaken Town<br /></a><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 15.4px; text-align: start;">April 26 Patricia J. Franz, </span><a href="https://www.patriciajfranz.com/blog" rel="noreferrer noopener" style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(153, 102, 51); color: #265e15; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 15.4px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: start; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank">Reverie<br /></a><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 15.4px; text-align: start;">April 27 Theresa Gaughan,</span><a href="https://theresasteachingtidbits.blogspot.com/" rel="noreferrer noopener" style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(153, 102, 51); color: #265e15; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 15.4px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: start; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank"> Theresa’s Teaching Tidbits<br /></a><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 15.4px; text-align: start;">April 28 Karin Fisher-Golton, </span><a href="https://karinfisher-golton.com/blog/" rel="noreferrer noopener" style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(153, 102, 51); color: #265e15; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 15.4px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: start; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank">Still in Awe Blog<br /></a><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 15.4px; text-align: start;">April 29 Karen Eastlund, </span><a href="https://kceastlund.blogspot.com/" rel="noreferrer noopener" style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(153, 102, 51); color: #265e15; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 15.4px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: start; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank">Karen’s Got a Blog<br /></a><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 15.4px; text-align: start;">April 30 </span><a href="https://moreart4all.wordpress.com/" rel="noreferrer noopener" style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(153, 102, 51); color: #265e15; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 15.4px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: start; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank">Michelle Kogan Illustration, Painting, and Writing</a></div><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: inherit; color: #464646; font-size: 15px; line-height: 25px; margin: 0px 0px 13px; outline: 0px !important; text-align: justify;"><span style="box-sizing: inherit; outline: 0px !important;"><span style="font-family: helvetica;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="p1" style="background-color: white; box-sizing: inherit; color: #464646; font-family: "Open Sans"; font-size: 15px; line-height: 25px; margin: 0px 0px 13px; outline: 0px !important; text-align: justify;"> </p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: inherit; color: #464646; font-family: "Open Sans"; font-size: 15px; line-height: 25px; margin: 0px 0px 13px; outline: 0px !important; text-align: justify;"> </p><p><span style="background-color: white; color: #3d3d3d; font-family: "Open Sans", sans-serif; font-size: 17px;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="background-color: white; color: #3d3d3d; font-family: "Open Sans", sans-serif; font-size: 17px;"><br /></span></p>Cathy Hutterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04302353459972183427noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3068552958781644487.post-58886597125237243682023-04-19T17:14:00.005-07:002023-04-20T05:18:52.070-07:00Waiting to Unfold<p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiyE2pszhqE8UjV9htPR1G-ehJjOQmJXmMzTgnww4NW4wBY04hMqewmwDiPEDgXYiovPDT8Q3Fw4bpcCtFSGT2le4wlmWHFFoaz36k5cGsLUJOH-syCthPpumwzbV1PTyl30nTIBc79Z46La8hbzTg6KxRLGxG4_HInj1N2iRWd3nLrHY61qGXvtQNBw/s2147/FE10A165-580B-43BB-A7F2-FA72699523EE.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2147" data-original-width="1610" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiyE2pszhqE8UjV9htPR1G-ehJjOQmJXmMzTgnww4NW4wBY04hMqewmwDiPEDgXYiovPDT8Q3Fw4bpcCtFSGT2le4wlmWHFFoaz36k5cGsLUJOH-syCthPpumwzbV1PTyl30nTIBc79Z46La8hbzTg6KxRLGxG4_HInj1N2iRWd3nLrHY61qGXvtQNBw/s320/FE10A165-580B-43BB-A7F2-FA72699523EE.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: center;">Pale pink petals waiting to unfold</p><p style="text-align: center;">playing hide-n-seek in a grove of trees </p><p style="text-align: center;">with blossoms of magenta bold</p><p style="text-align: center;">Pale pink petals waiting to unfold</p><p style="text-align: center;">the Springtime magic they behold</p><p style="text-align: center;">their beauty and fragrance sure do please</p><p style="text-align: center;">Pale pink petals waiting to unfold</p><p style="text-align: center;">playing hide-n-seek in a copse of trees.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOaqeMm2RtTBsTKeHBnnW6uwmsfJf4EWU6BUBc-wyfPK5vbitL6Fg0lQdLGx-kt2B6xMKsL7Rri4IcPLxHxXCObmgsRJ5Ww9idexR6IRbMEGQYfrZrgs3TNxJHmedb2f3TlktvAP39Ca0A4gCTqrUQfFiMeAuAauNTtGIEELcx7htRUP-cLpUBsaZJFw/s4032/D321BF15-6ACE-4654-B576-86E494D825E3.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOaqeMm2RtTBsTKeHBnnW6uwmsfJf4EWU6BUBc-wyfPK5vbitL6Fg0lQdLGx-kt2B6xMKsL7Rri4IcPLxHxXCObmgsRJ5Ww9idexR6IRbMEGQYfrZrgs3TNxJHmedb2f3TlktvAP39Ca0A4gCTqrUQfFiMeAuAauNTtGIEELcx7htRUP-cLpUBsaZJFw/s320/D321BF15-6ACE-4654-B576-86E494D825E3.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQvBOvVVngHISbUYWkY3WsTkgEbxxtsq0A8lyATXSYKnUYrVGSqvabX_UqbB4V-F06kts5405LPxq-Y6V8L8AcVqbXWijGHMdn5Dnc5AO4r1oN_Ge8npgIXyUc53RwBLaOhIvRTmZvUsFm4Xu1rY3AmiKio0s64ZRon9PUlac0_Bm10sPZJ4GUyT32GA/s4032/887AB5B6-40B0-4BD8-B01C-97A397D6C4D2.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQvBOvVVngHISbUYWkY3WsTkgEbxxtsq0A8lyATXSYKnUYrVGSqvabX_UqbB4V-F06kts5405LPxq-Y6V8L8AcVqbXWijGHMdn5Dnc5AO4r1oN_Ge8npgIXyUc53RwBLaOhIvRTmZvUsFm4Xu1rY3AmiKio0s64ZRon9PUlac0_Bm10sPZJ4GUyT32GA/s320/887AB5B6-40B0-4BD8-B01C-97A397D6C4D2.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><p>Last weekend was absolute perfection in my area. It was sunny and 80! So my husband had I had a lovely picnic at the park under gorgeous blooming trees. The scent of magnolias filled the air. It felt like fairies had cast their Springtime magic on the world. The air had a buzz of energy about it.</p><p>The photos I took to capture this Spring beauty fueled the Triolet poem above. A triolet is an 8 line poem. It is small and powerful.</p><p>Here is the format:</p><p>1: original line</p><p>2: original line</p><p class="has-pale-cyan-blue-color has-text-color">3: original line – end word rhymes with line 1 end word</p><p class="has-pale-cyan-blue-color has-text-color"><br />4: repeat line 1</p><p class="has-pale-cyan-blue-color has-text-color"><br />5: original line – end word rhymes with line 1 end word</p><p class="has-pale-cyan-blue-color has-text-color"><br />6: original line – end word rhymes with line 2 end word</p><p class="has-pale-cyan-blue-color has-text-color"><br />7: repeat line 1</p><p class="has-pale-cyan-blue-color has-text-color"><br />8: repeat line 2</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDm0Sb-ZYx9QadkLaD4jB-LpRlSrswMtqrZ3lI1ZO83ukOyWUnhRr-TZ-PpLDWv86wbqko4OlnRlf3WGGPGGdPqVkbVsLQr9ivBEZ-SO865VaR2i_8AGAn4GXI2E50VtaqFPf6RYbLKCZu9rsgpUlZ2oVNtRb6qudYhqQFAAvWRtXMPTKia9a9ExrulA/s320/solace%20and%20connection%20(1).png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="268" data-original-width="320" height="268" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDm0Sb-ZYx9QadkLaD4jB-LpRlSrswMtqrZ3lI1ZO83ukOyWUnhRr-TZ-PpLDWv86wbqko4OlnRlf3WGGPGGdPqVkbVsLQr9ivBEZ-SO865VaR2i_8AGAn4GXI2E50VtaqFPf6RYbLKCZu9rsgpUlZ2oVNtRb6qudYhqQFAAvWRtXMPTKia9a9ExrulA/s1600/solace%20and%20connection%20(1).png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p class="has-pale-cyan-blue-color has-text-color"><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Cathy Hutterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04302353459972183427noreply@blogger.com0Highland Park, Rochester, NY 14620, USA43.1320948 -77.603977137.0470506242856 -86.3930396 49.217138975714391 -68.8149146tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3068552958781644487.post-87378715137319291202023-04-14T14:28:00.001-07:002023-04-14T14:28:03.823-07:00The Mourning to Their Joy<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGf2qFMA3DlnCvEbDSyv_lmd-I2Y4lMtIP9CbROIOtdhMXy2R7gx1h-fMOILm7qSosKAYeORoeYMGrsO063h9LYt_GhfgVzqoKE5GYabyQaHI-OAtpKUg1rkvbljYcdgeMaoNlrTlUPs2nld31nh_7I-mzH7nPipO5ybd8uLvgyzefZfX31hUg0wNenw/s4240/pexels-marvin-filmaker-15269075.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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box-sizing: border-box; color: #777777; counter-reset: list-1 0 list-2 0 list-3 0 list-4 0 list-5 0 list-6 0 list-7 0 list-8 0 list-9 0; cursor: text; float: none !important; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 0.5px; line-height: initial; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; white-space: pre-wrap;">a soprano aria floats over the top</p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #777777; counter-reset: list-1 0 list-2 0 list-3 0 list-4 0 list-5 0 list-6 0 list-7 0 list-8 0 list-9 0; cursor: text; float: none !important; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 0.5px; line-height: initial; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #777777; counter-reset: list-1 0 list-2 0 list-3 0 list-4 0 list-5 0 list-6 0 list-7 0 list-8 0 list-9 0; cursor: text; float: none !important; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 0.5px; line-height: initial; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; white-space: pre-wrap;">twining through the rays of warmth</p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #777777; counter-reset: list-1 0 list-2 0 list-3 0 list-4 0 list-5 0 list-6 0 list-7 0 list-8 0 list-9 0; cursor: text; float: none !important; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 0.5px; line-height: initial; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #777777; counter-reset: list-1 0 list-2 0 list-3 0 list-4 0 list-5 0 list-6 0 list-7 0 list-8 0 list-9 0; cursor: text; float: none !important; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 0.5px; line-height: initial; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; white-space: pre-wrap;">as a slow, low coo- coo-coo weaves reality </p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #777777; counter-reset: list-1 0 list-2 0 list-3 0 list-4 0 list-5 0 list-6 0 list-7 0 list-8 0 list-9 0; cursor: text; float: none !important; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 0.5px; line-height: initial; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #777777; counter-reset: list-1 0 list-2 0 list-3 0 list-4 0 list-5 0 list-6 0 list-7 0 list-8 0 list-9 0; cursor: text; float: none !important; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 0.5px; line-height: initial; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; white-space: pre-wrap;">through the counted days of bliss-</p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #777777; counter-reset: list-1 0 list-2 0 list-3 0 list-4 0 list-5 0 list-6 0 list-7 0 list-8 0 list-9 0; cursor: text; float: none !important; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 0.5px; line-height: initial; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #777777; counter-reset: list-1 0 list-2 0 list-3 0 list-4 0 list-5 0 list-6 0 list-7 0 list-8 0 list-9 0; cursor: text; float: none !important; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 0.5px; line-height: initial; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; white-space: pre-wrap;">the mourning to their joy.</p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #777777; counter-reset: list-1 0 list-2 0 list-3 0 list-4 0 list-5 0 list-6 0 list-7 0 list-8 0 list-9 0; cursor: text; float: none !important; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 0.5px; line-height: initial; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #777777; counter-reset: list-1 0 list-2 0 list-3 0 list-4 0 list-5 0 list-6 0 list-7 0 list-8 0 list-9 0; cursor: text; float: none !important; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 0.5px; line-height: initial; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; white-space: pre-wrap;">#VerseLove Day 14- Free Writing</p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #777777; counter-reset: list-1 0 list-2 0 list-3 0 list-4 0 list-5 0 list-6 0 list-7 0 list-8 0 list-9 0; cursor: text; float: none !important; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 0.5px; line-height: initial; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; white-space: pre-wrap;">So just went with the flow, flow, flow. I was relaxing in my backyard after work listening to the birds chirp away and soaking up some sun. This is a summer-like 80 degree day with pure sunshine. This is extraordinary for April in my part of New York. Then a Mourning Dove started cooing and the line " mourning to their joy" popped into my head. It made me think that even though the weather is joyous right now, it will not be in 2 days- much colder. We will all be mourning the loss of this.</p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #777777; counter-reset: list-1 0 list-2 0 list-3 0 list-4 0 list-5 0 list-6 0 list-7 0 list-8 0 list-9 0; cursor: text; float: none !important; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 0.5px; line-height: initial; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #777777; counter-reset: list-1 0 list-2 0 list-3 0 list-4 0 list-5 0 list-6 0 list-7 0 list-8 0 list-9 0; cursor: text; float: none !important; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 0.5px; line-height: initial; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: black; font-family: PlusJakartaSans, -apple-system, BlinkMacSystemFont, "Segoe UI", Roboto, Oxygen, Cantarell, "Helvetica Neue", Ubuntu, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; letter-spacing: normal; white-space: pre;">Photo by Marvin Filmaker: https://www.pexels.com/photo/a-close-up-shot-of-a-mourning-dove-15269075/</span></p>Cathy Hutterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04302353459972183427noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3068552958781644487.post-10472154283093209762023-04-13T14:35:00.000-07:002023-04-13T14:35:17.541-07:00Nature Wrote It's Own Poem <p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2016" data-original-width="1512" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUHV4UEXFECPFiZY7Nyx4HukcRwgLPQovOPrqjYMME2GhrJdrNZ1kNXO3SHiplSVFR2S7VaMEE0iAVciofyG9pqq6vx2-ukJCVztnRIWyj5F1bl8nwN4wuwhevE36v-sNZfGwxXTkRc9B1yjg5_kz5lmmXL9gAbwVMJHJ5dWt7RjE_hwjlEDsywc7c8g/s320/IMG_8560.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>This is a photo poem, just like there can be a photo essay. Leigh Anne Eck, http://adayinthelifeof19b.blogspot.com/, put out her weekly Solace and Connection prompt. This week's nature inspired prompt was to pay attention. It was inspired by this quote- "Poetry is the act of paying attention." by Clint Smith. So I decided to pay close attention to one specific daffodil plant. With the warm weather and days of pure sunlight, this plant changed incredibly this week. I took a photo each day until full bloom. I wasn't intending to do a photo poem but I believe nature wrote its own poem this week. I was just able to capture it. <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKVBG5fJvWJFtBTkL2wWT_YH0xYo9lb_Xvj8Wmy8MtJXOSW5nOASMHalTjsHQ0FZSRcpYdEylQA_qxREq-N4EA84b2kb6f_QnIiUWF5IpTxsT9_th1GNkikSZqFTN73PKK7Ycvsbx2xnfLS3XVPkWx2HzydKEsZ1lcHpvGTgivszB7fdGtcg4_eo9OaA/s320/solace%20and%20connection%20(1).png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="268" data-original-width="320" height="268" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKVBG5fJvWJFtBTkL2wWT_YH0xYo9lb_Xvj8Wmy8MtJXOSW5nOASMHalTjsHQ0FZSRcpYdEylQA_qxREq-N4EA84b2kb6f_QnIiUWF5IpTxsT9_th1GNkikSZqFTN73PKK7Ycvsbx2xnfLS3XVPkWx2HzydKEsZ1lcHpvGTgivszB7fdGtcg4_eo9OaA/s1600/solace%20and%20connection%20(1).png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlGDz-Orl8ktN6zwRQMlql_1NbF2l7tsAzgfBf8tO4030VETgKXNvNJUiyIpViM1-T4g3VbZErmWaj8rwhxQbk28-TdiCzgXlvbEU7rZTgrnsvz_SepV9hcQW8tT_K0IM3KHcnKNTL_bzy0scFIR5nlGJzKPfAajH_aSQLSKAT8D1rkPt0QtdKNyclCg/s640/IMG_8485.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlGDz-Orl8ktN6zwRQMlql_1NbF2l7tsAzgfBf8tO4030VETgKXNvNJUiyIpViM1-T4g3VbZErmWaj8rwhxQbk28-TdiCzgXlvbEU7rZTgrnsvz_SepV9hcQW8tT_K0IM3KHcnKNTL_bzy0scFIR5nlGJzKPfAajH_aSQLSKAT8D1rkPt0QtdKNyclCg/s320/IMG_8485.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: center;">Naked, smooth tree branch -- shipwrecked on the beach</p><p style="text-align: center;">Lone seagull rollercoastering -- rising, diving between sea and sky.</p><p style="text-align: center;">Gray, then royal blue, then deep navy --- lake colors from shore to horizon baby blue sky.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYjljlsRASU07guqbfrRpRksvuVFb1Ylot_pAW1nf_ZOeQfmpUjtjx7O0dG6Va9KBBOMDNQQdNmIdC0ScjXGbLkt_dd1MARAMu-WnV1BeOnB81XtPQ1uDth3nurPXmnznI_5M1f3FsiumU1I_gbvTM_VLgGer2mZqhq-izTgpX-B-V2X5tYtCr64vLaw/s640/IMG_8473.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYjljlsRASU07guqbfrRpRksvuVFb1Ylot_pAW1nf_ZOeQfmpUjtjx7O0dG6Va9KBBOMDNQQdNmIdC0ScjXGbLkt_dd1MARAMu-WnV1BeOnB81XtPQ1uDth3nurPXmnznI_5M1f3FsiumU1I_gbvTM_VLgGer2mZqhq-izTgpX-B-V2X5tYtCr64vLaw/s320/IMG_8473.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p>Location: Lake Ontario</p><p>Date: April 1st</p><p>Time: 1:30</p><p>Season: Spring</p><p>Mother Nature sure played an April Fool's joke in my neck of the woods. We had about 4 hours of loveliness- 70 degrees, sunshine and clear blue sky before the winds of change brought winter back to our door. It was 25 the next day. I made sure to get out and enjoy those hours. These observations were made while sitting on a boulder looking out over Lake Ontario in response to the "Begin Where You Are" prompt from Solace and Connection. </p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Cathy Hutterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04302353459972183427noreply@blogger.com6Lake Ontario43.6333482 -77.82706689999999115.323114363821155 -112.98331689999999 71.943582036178839 -42.670816899999991tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3068552958781644487.post-16967791636198830622023-04-03T13:18:00.000-07:002023-04-03T13:18:19.921-07:00Psithurism<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyDHvp0FDYxmJKMISKO5No90VXbeaFCWpJJ5cnRhTyDhOoGEeRmuyJNOJnKsOcQXMBRXp322fG1HKFvGBkYCg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><p></p><p><span style="background-color: white; color: #777777; font-family: "PT Sans"; font-size: 15px; font-weight: bolder;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="background-color: white; color: #777777; font-family: "PT Sans"; font-size: 15px; font-weight: bolder;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="background-color: white; color: #777777; font-family: "PT Sans"; font-size: 15px; font-weight: bolder;">Psithurism</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #777777; float: none !important; font-family: "PT Sans"; font-size: 15px; line-height: 1.6; margin-bottom: 10px;">def: the sound of wind in the trees</p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #777777; float: none !important; font-family: "PT Sans"; font-size: 15px; line-height: 1.6; margin-bottom: 10px;">A secret rustle<br style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.6;" />gently rolls leaves to and fro<br style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.6;" />comfort on the breeze</p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #777777; float: none !important; font-family: "PT Sans"; font-size: 15px; line-height: 1.6; margin-bottom: 10px;">Long exhaled whooshes<br style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.6;" />sway treetops in unison<br style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.6;" />gaining momentum</p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #777777; float: none !important; font-family: "PT Sans"; font-size: 15px; line-height: 1.6; margin-bottom: 10px;">Continuous groans<br style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.6;" />as branches shake, rattle and roll<br style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.6;" />change is a coming</p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #777777; float: none !important; font-family: "PT Sans"; font-size: 15px; line-height: 1.6; margin-bottom: 10px;">Howling, shrieking force<br style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.6;" />splintering arms from core<br style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.6;" />will the damage heal</p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #777777; float: none !important; font-family: "PT Sans"; font-size: 15px; line-height: 1.6; margin-bottom: 0px;">What melody will your symphony compose today?<br style="box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 1.6;" />The musicians are at the mercy of the mercurial mistral.</p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #777777; float: none !important; font-family: "PT Sans"; font-size: 15px; line-height: 1.6; margin-bottom: 0px;"><br /></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #777777; float: none !important; font-family: "PT Sans"; font-size: 15px; line-height: 1.6; margin-bottom: 0px;">This poem is for Day 3 of the #VerseLove Poetry Challenge. The prompt today was to choose a word that resonates with you and then create a Haiku Sonnet. This form of poetry has 4 haikus and then 2 lines at the end to make 14 lines like a sonnet. </p>Cathy Hutterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04302353459972183427noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3068552958781644487.post-70612502735302095412023-03-26T15:10:00.000-07:002023-03-26T15:10:11.426-07:00Walk Inspired Spring Haikus<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwnLT6vyA1qs9lP-nJjQp9OVeiJe4t4_UpQMdRPB8n9_pDZQyKT3XcotGxf5Np6dQOngJM_dCBFAwsgeAxAel5vsEVsJd2D_EHjFVquKihLqr1z5lft8sGXoqfN2QIYKFcoCC3h-uPVBi2pVCs8BJMP5OP081mmZpltzVFqWSwAhu1O3TZ_N5y95zfJw/s640/Screenshot%202023-03-26%20at%205.48.55%20PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="319" data-original-width="640" height="160" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwnLT6vyA1qs9lP-nJjQp9OVeiJe4t4_UpQMdRPB8n9_pDZQyKT3XcotGxf5Np6dQOngJM_dCBFAwsgeAxAel5vsEVsJd2D_EHjFVquKihLqr1z5lft8sGXoqfN2QIYKFcoCC3h-uPVBi2pVCs8BJMP5OP081mmZpltzVFqWSwAhu1O3TZ_N5y95zfJw/s320/Screenshot%202023-03-26%20at%205.48.55%20PM.png" width="320" /></a></div><p style="text-align: center;"><span> </span>Winter's fierce exhale,</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><!-- wp:paragraph -->
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Turning the computer off and out the door I go.</p>Cathy Hutterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04302353459972183427noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3068552958781644487.post-30877564163962232372023-03-09T14:11:00.003-08:002023-03-09T14:37:15.619-08:00On Sun, You are a Trickster<p> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><b> Sunbeams fill the room<span> </span></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><span> </span></b><b>Drawing attention outside </b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b>Calling us to play </b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b>Oh sun, you are a trickster</b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b>no warmth, winter's living on</b></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1DDhJvUIybTkx-l8-sqUVkAhnj4FxNb8oJABhwWbTCurOItKeDh0aIX558nYPX-PzmyWRMiHMGgf0d2GxbPnQSaCCRJori08ajZddY3jeGA0RyeTTrGJT99yI8uKV-wXX_T4d97BWw9tngxCuyGAZ2miihZ5jlrzMDTwkgr3IJRRtgL_A9mKE4sX6tA/s2016/IMG_8363.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2016" data-original-width="1077" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1DDhJvUIybTkx-l8-sqUVkAhnj4FxNb8oJABhwWbTCurOItKeDh0aIX558nYPX-PzmyWRMiHMGgf0d2GxbPnQSaCCRJori08ajZddY3jeGA0RyeTTrGJT99yI8uKV-wXX_T4d97BWw9tngxCuyGAZ2miihZ5jlrzMDTwkgr3IJRRtgL_A9mKE4sX6tA/s320/IMG_8363.jpg" width="171" /></a></div><br /><p>All day long I sat in a conference room with no windows. At the end of the school day, I returned to my room. It was filled with sunshine. I happily looked out the window at the blue sky and brightness and felt a desire to be outside. The day had the mirage of Spring about it. I had a bounce in my step walking down the hallway thinking of a walk on a beautiful sunshiny Spring day. As I opened the door, I was blasted with the cold air of winter. There was a definite wind chill in the air. My Springy hopefulness was dashed by the cold slap of winter. Oh sun, you are definitely a trickster and fooled me. I guess I will have to settle for just the joy of your brightness and wait patiently for your warmth to fully arrive.</p><p>Poetry form: Tanka ( ancient Japanese form that has 5 lines and 31 syllables. (5 in first line, 7 in second, 5 in third, the 7 in forth and fifth)</p>Cathy Hutterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04302353459972183427noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3068552958781644487.post-57431946136054964922023-02-22T16:36:00.005-08:002023-02-22T17:00:30.708-08:00A Song of Color In a Doldrum World<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW_FbAp8Xh4Tj9IWKBTI_R47SdCsUr70D9R4sTruZTDfoi26SIOBWtSefiHgpI-yZw4g4xOaH9UkDK-6rtoY9EB3xpMVj4FddNL9dve4LQ-dLjyPFm-m2CjyBJVj0PVoiS1uic-JdgljJeCynngsseWVlazwF0a-1C5rctmJfEiRHEPsRzilBe0118Lw/s640/IMG_8277.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="480" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW_FbAp8Xh4Tj9IWKBTI_R47SdCsUr70D9R4sTruZTDfoi26SIOBWtSefiHgpI-yZw4g4xOaH9UkDK-6rtoY9EB3xpMVj4FddNL9dve4LQ-dLjyPFm-m2CjyBJVj0PVoiS1uic-JdgljJeCynngsseWVlazwF0a-1C5rctmJfEiRHEPsRzilBe0118Lw/w240-h320/IMG_8277.jpg" width="240" /></a></div>A scarlet blur<p></p><p>of stillness</p><p>upon a monochrome maze</p><p>of branches</p><p>from the bare trees skirting the meadow.</p><p><br /></p><p>The song of color</p><p>in a doldrum world</p><p>waiting for the meadow</p><p>to join him again</p><p>in vibrancy</p><p>of new life and color</p><p>of the ever-nearing Spring.</p><p><br /></p><p>Today I went on a hike with a dear friend as snowflakes were falling all around. In the woods, the red beauty of the cardinal stood out against the white, gray and brown backdrop of the trees and meadow. The male cardinal proudly displayed his colors as a mark of vibrant life in the meadow during the winter months. It was wonderful to just pause and take in his beauty for a moment or two.</p><p style="text-align: left;">I had heard about a type of poetry called Ekphrastic. It is based off of a work of art. I knew I wanted to write about the photo of the cardinal I had taken today so I figured I would give this form a try. In this type of poem, you are supposed to describe a part of the work of art and then extend your own thoughts into its underlying story. You use your power of observation to find the hidden stories in the work of art. I enjoyed the process of writing this poem and finding a hidden story in my photo.</p><p style="text-align: left;">If you would like to more about Ekphrastic poems, visit this site: https://poetryteatime.com/blog/ekphrastic-poetry</p>Cathy Hutterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04302353459972183427noreply@blogger.com1Mendon Ponds Park, 95 Douglas Rd, Honeoye Falls, NY 14472, USA43.01647 -77.566298114.706236163821153 -112.7225481 71.326703836178837 -42.4100481tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3068552958781644487.post-19999954414690600362023-02-12T11:28:00.005-08:002023-02-12T11:28:58.741-08:00...Would You Tell Me?<p>Did you scream as fury whipped all around you?</p><p>Did anguish fill you as you were torn to pieces?</p><p>Did you weep knowing you will never be whole again?</p><p><br /></p><p>Cause outwardly, right now,</p><p>you personify a strong warrior</p><p>surviving forces beyond your control.</p><p><br /></p><p>Do you struggle to go on?</p><p><br /></p><p>....would you tell me????</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTf66jaK5NJ1pF1em_GWEhkH3Fs6m64BtWyIcXr4nb9wrKmjTfpXrKBtUOAeO2UlwjdUSzqIa1W1EjTL35mesNJCNDqGrxYvelP12sI3ZlAU30daYadl1dN00U-Dk2_PRAXwPZYHmQ8WrcEUYywGEA6q0CB9X3RMUKKk872LdKp7gJrVKGbXWqktSpqA/s640/IMG_5179.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="472" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTf66jaK5NJ1pF1em_GWEhkH3Fs6m64BtWyIcXr4nb9wrKmjTfpXrKBtUOAeO2UlwjdUSzqIa1W1EjTL35mesNJCNDqGrxYvelP12sI3ZlAU30daYadl1dN00U-Dk2_PRAXwPZYHmQ8WrcEUYywGEA6q0CB9X3RMUKKk872LdKp7gJrVKGbXWqktSpqA/s320/IMG_5179.jpg" width="236" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>The other night very powerful winds whipped through my area. In the morning, when I peered out the window, a large tree limb had fallen and I could see the snapped shards of the branch. This moment in time combined with my current read, <u>The Hidden Life of Trees: What They Feel, How They Communicate:Discoveries from a Secret World </u>by Peter Wohlleben made me pause and wonder what that tree felt like last night as the forces of Mother Nature encompassed it. My wonderings lead to the writing of this poem. </p><p>Fortunately, most of the tree still stands proud. If the limb was not jabbed into the ground like a vertical arrow right next to it, you may not notice the destruction. The tree will continue living each day. I wonder if it struggles. It will not tell me right now. I will need to watch carefully as time moves on to see if this loss causes the tree further issues. May it be a healthy survivor for years to come.</p><p><br /></p>Cathy Hutterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04302353459972183427noreply@blogger.com21550 Mt Hope Ave, Rochester, NY 14620, USA43.1199756 -77.6194764999999942.718718578690513 -78.16879290624999 43.52123262130948 -77.07016009374999tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3068552958781644487.post-56968823244739425892023-01-15T12:21:00.003-08:002023-01-15T12:21:46.851-08:00Softly Still<div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfo6TZxOJDXexbPDOUuF9Zfc4zoydj_kAEnymf85tyIL5n4AQuQbCmyPnJpmH8jjCubio5ViE3xdy4h5UKbJq5JJNhedxmAv21f8JtLqLNI8q-KvZAOK7v1CubUDaxJ7GvxsN2SbMk4HNBekW14TMsDQtZteUfRtrxcYzz45jF7ijI4vvWzpUNn4_Sqw/s640/IMG_8110.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="480" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfo6TZxOJDXexbPDOUuF9Zfc4zoydj_kAEnymf85tyIL5n4AQuQbCmyPnJpmH8jjCubio5ViE3xdy4h5UKbJq5JJNhedxmAv21f8JtLqLNI8q-KvZAOK7v1CubUDaxJ7GvxsN2SbMk4HNBekW14TMsDQtZteUfRtrxcYzz45jF7ijI4vvWzpUNn4_Sqw/s320/IMG_8110.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><br /></div><div>A silent</div><div>visitor</div><div>knocked at night. </div><div><br /></div><div>Barrenness</div><div>transformed to</div><div>beautiful.</div><div><br /></div><div>Awaking</div><div>to a world</div><div>softly still.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I have been waiting all winter for this to happen. Snow was forecasted to fall overnight. In previous weeks, I woke up excited until I looked out the window and saw brown-gray grass and barren tree limbs. But, this time, I woke to a winter wonderland! </div><div><br /></div><div>Glancing out the window, rooftops were dusted in white as well as the black pavement of streets. The grass was a blanket of white and the trees looked like someone had dipped them in confectioner's sugar. Everything looked beautiful. The snow had turned our bleak gray and brownish into a world of white brightness. The flakes had softened the world. For the moment, everything was softly still. </div><div><br /></div><div>Poetry form: Tricube</div><div>3 stanzas with 3 lines each. Each line has 3 syllables.</div><div><br /></div><div>As a Buffalo Bills fan, I think the #3 was on mind this week and last so it brought this poetry form to mind. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Cathy Hutterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04302353459972183427noreply@blogger.com3Rochester, NY, USA43.156577899999988 -77.608846514.846344063821142 -112.7650965 71.46681173617884 -42.4525965tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3068552958781644487.post-8814210648542841502023-01-08T12:21:00.004-08:002023-01-08T12:51:18.254-08:00Hope is Barely a Flutter<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8NNC2apVawo_oC3_ywa-Rq-lOE9JbD28XkXu-gmqWdLkFnQK2uPxkUjiV13yA2CMIomf6qUZFL30hJubmMJ_bmJzLxVZCDuVkyndFJgAYsaiPyqZQHsnfFyTYs-wNHBTWjUkDrpEg2fuYW7E5roHxqy55_uXKl4fT54xkuo-iDvPTwh26aZ7YQP63Qw/s640/IMG_8079.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="480" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8NNC2apVawo_oC3_ywa-Rq-lOE9JbD28XkXu-gmqWdLkFnQK2uPxkUjiV13yA2CMIomf6qUZFL30hJubmMJ_bmJzLxVZCDuVkyndFJgAYsaiPyqZQHsnfFyTYs-wNHBTWjUkDrpEg2fuYW7E5roHxqy55_uXKl4fT54xkuo-iDvPTwh26aZ7YQP63Qw/s320/IMG_8079.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>The dreariness drapes over me</p><p>as my eyes flutter open to another day.</p><p><br /></p><p>The gray gloom continues</p><p>as day has the darkness of night.</p><p><br /></p><p>The forlornness feeds my soul-</p><p>No energy, no motivation, no umph.</p><p><br /></p><p>The drabness is victorious</p><p>as the anticipated break from colorlessness falls in defeat.</p><p><br /></p><p>Hope is barely a flutter-</p><p>How much longer until I feel aglow again?</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p>Let's just say that the world has been nothing but GRAY. It has been days upon days of endless clouds ranging from light gray to almost black. At times, noon has looked like midnight out the window. This unending bleakness is taking a toll on me as well as people dear to me. The new year is not filled with energy, motivation and positivity but sluggishness and blahness. The colorlessness of the world around us is definitely feeding the unvibrancy of our lives. Even when the hope of predicted sunshine exists, the clouds rally and defeat the brilliant rays from shining through. Each day I rise hoping upon hope for even a small rip in the gray blanket that shows a brilliant blue and brightness shining through. Come on Mother Nature and deliver your gift of sunshine to my area. I long for it so my days can be fed by your warmth, light and hope. </p><p><br /></p><p>(The photo is the gray sky on this Sunday.)</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Cathy Hutterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04302353459972183427noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3068552958781644487.post-32870658449785979792022-12-27T16:08:00.001-08:002022-12-27T16:08:38.464-08:00A Silent Artist's Visit<p style="text-align: center;"> A silent artist</p><p style="text-align: center;">etches ice-</p><p style="text-align: center;">beauty on chilled glass. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyH-g7ZHKHHmrtEOnO7Gn2x_D42W5GP1etlFTvRN08I68YKSgIzwjbr6wNBegcZN4mbwKKfs8cWS1fak3scvto92s_pqGrnBRpDFqoiiYwRNvhEtLU7A6FcNqF_mUBe89ssjmoiMAcUivFy5TyMKf_UJ8jYAObIWWJJOGv-x6FSJZ3R43O05PGJnurcQ/s960/IMG_8011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="628" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyH-g7ZHKHHmrtEOnO7Gn2x_D42W5GP1etlFTvRN08I68YKSgIzwjbr6wNBegcZN4mbwKKfs8cWS1fak3scvto92s_pqGrnBRpDFqoiiYwRNvhEtLU7A6FcNqF_mUBe89ssjmoiMAcUivFy5TyMKf_UJ8jYAObIWWJJOGv-x6FSJZ3R43O05PGJnurcQ/s320/IMG_8011.JPG" width="209" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">The winds were howling and whistling during this last winter storm. The bone-chilling cold could be heard as we huddled inside our house. The trees were swaying and bending but thankfully never breaking. The temperature plunged from 40 degrees to 7 degrees in a matter of a few hours. </span></p><p style="text-align: center;">I was walking through the house checking on various things in preparation for Christmas. As I walked into the room where I was hiding gifts, I noticed some beautiful icy artwork on 2 of our windows. The crystals were aglow with red and white from the decorative lights on our trees below. The long icy lines were so thin and delicate. The smaller hash lines crossing them were of various lengths and looked like they had been carefully placed by an artist. This frosty creation in the corner of my window brought joy to a blustery, frigid, worrisome day.</p><p style="text-align: center;">Thank you Jack Frost for the magical silent visit to show me the beauty that could be found in today. </p><p><br /></p><p>Poetry form: Lune</p><p>The Lune is American Haiku. It is 13 syllables with 5-3-5 syllable count in 3 lines. It was first created by Robert Kelly </p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Cathy Hutterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04302353459972183427noreply@blogger.com0Rochester, NY, USA43.156577899999988 -77.608846514.846344063821142 -112.7650965 71.46681173617884 -42.4525965tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3068552958781644487.post-79067784878249086732022-12-20T15:39:00.001-08:002022-12-20T15:50:02.721-08:00Mama, Are You Near?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEhHoyj6Pcy77DbAOI7ksevaIuDXauqL-73_83FEHHjusEGEUiHkk1FOv3Z6DLUnAkHpUX6FASg6Lw3eST-3-NCGXFvQs__mG1VE4YWv3_Ayncg-nN1MzQpbgKmg340qNLQej2MbNKFRyBhawHcSOlhvCgFrV63OPVgCrIwjNC9LnbWJs6Cc489I5f-Q/s2048/C015FAB0-1F7A-45B1-A239-68F8C6737CA9.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1732" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEhHoyj6Pcy77DbAOI7ksevaIuDXauqL-73_83FEHHjusEGEUiHkk1FOv3Z6DLUnAkHpUX6FASg6Lw3eST-3-NCGXFvQs__mG1VE4YWv3_Ayncg-nN1MzQpbgKmg340qNLQej2MbNKFRyBhawHcSOlhvCgFrV63OPVgCrIwjNC9LnbWJs6Cc489I5f-Q/s320/C015FAB0-1F7A-45B1-A239-68F8C6737CA9.jpeg" width="271" /></a></div><p>Mama, are you near?</p><p><br /></p><p>A brand new world awaits </p><p>And your presence bolsters my steps forward.</p><p><br /></p><p>Exploring, playing, wondering-</p><p>Curiosity pulls me away,</p><p>Oh, too far so returning to the safety of you.</p><p><br /></p><p>Today I had the opportunity to see Asian elephant twins. They are about 2 months old. It is very rare to have twin elephants so I had to take advantage of this opportunity and go visit the Rosamond Gifford Zoo. The elephants are beyond adorable.</p><p>The twins came into the enclosure one on each side of their mother. The first thing I noticed was their size. They were so small- just coming up to the knee of their mother. One or the other could often be found walking right under the curve of their mom’s body. It was a safe, secure place.</p><p>Once their mom stopped and began munching on hay, the little ones began to explore. Their little trunks stretching out to experience things that piqued their interest. But after exploring for a bit, both would turn to look for their mom. If they had strayed away, they would jog over to touch her side and stay for a moment or too. Then off they would go again with the same pattern- explore, play, check, return. The ever present security of mom allowed them to joyfully play and give great amusement to all the humans gathered around.</p><p>It struck me that we are very much like these little elephants. No matter our age, we still look for that touchstone of mom after exploring the big world around us. We share our successes with her but most of all long for the safety and security that only she can provide during challenging times. We stay in her presence for a moment or two and then bolstered by her presence, take steps forward into the unknown.</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5H7KYAZmWrg-LKhjwRt6VihM4Om4FGnNdZAzUcW18pUAT-DNiJpx8V9vb4Ne8hoUgfR3wNVNZqy5Ja0Ud-DuhDiaduyAESa795b1jsgQ6Ij8oDjWPY84JxJk-hw6gfBDg6la-FjqeNxXWZqMkblN_35CfObXBcExfomTI37IWHwuc_Mk5-J80WyKFag/s2048/0253CBA5-2951-40F9-B6FA-C50F36727C63.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1006" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5H7KYAZmWrg-LKhjwRt6VihM4Om4FGnNdZAzUcW18pUAT-DNiJpx8V9vb4Ne8hoUgfR3wNVNZqy5Ja0Ud-DuhDiaduyAESa795b1jsgQ6Ij8oDjWPY84JxJk-hw6gfBDg6la-FjqeNxXWZqMkblN_35CfObXBcExfomTI37IWHwuc_Mk5-J80WyKFag/s320/0253CBA5-2951-40F9-B6FA-C50F36727C63.jpeg" width="157" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p>Poetry form: Cherita (single stanza of 1 line, followed by a 2 line verse, and ending with a 3 line verse)</p><p>The poem tells a story.</p><p> </p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Cathy Hutterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04302353459972183427noreply@blogger.com5Rosamond Gifford Zoo, 1 Conservation Pl, Syracuse, NY 13204, USA43.0433241 -76.181074414.733090263821154 -111.3373244 71.353557936178845 -41.0248244