Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Sunday, September 26, 2010
September 25, 2010
By Kimberly L. McClune
Colors fill the sky.
Sunset lights the waning sky.
Colors fill the sky
And take my breath away,
Take me to new heights.
That's when the summer sun goes down,
It goes o'er the crest of the far hill.
That's when the summer sun goes down
Harvest full moon rises so high.
The leaves are changing and falling down to the ground
They float and they swirl all around.
The red and gold and russet leaves fall down
They float and they swirl all around.
The wind carries them through a crystal clear sky
And the sun warms the crisp air,
The breezes bring us a feeling of change in our hearts
And we welcome it openly, feeling it, smelling it, tasting it, seeing it.
The Autumn winds have come now.
The air is crisp and clear now.
The leaves have changed to gold now.
And we begin to reap now.
The sun hangs low in the sky.
The leaves float and fill the sky.
The wind whips crisp through the sky.
The full moon shines in the sky.
Glowing with gold
Shining with red
The changing season fills my heart.
It brings a joy of living.
My eyes are filled with the beauty.
This coming season is a gift.
Long northern shadows scatter on the ground
New glow washes over the land.
Every single thing has a new countenance
And shows a new face to the world.
A brighter sun shines in the new Autumn day
A new breeze fills the air with its song,
Colors, brilliant and new pop up everywhere.
The season is known for;
Falling leaves fall.
Glowing with light
Then down they fall.
A new season is here.
Crisp air, new sun, full breeze
Lead us toward the Winter.
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Here is the newest poem as described in my post tonight. Have had a few positive comments thus far and reading it gives me a chill. (in a good sense)
Saturday, September 18, 2010
September 17, 2010
Kimberly L. McClune
Clinging to the air in ever changing shapes and patterns
Gradient translucence moves in silent grace
From one form to another.
It wafts upward and outward
It’s unfocused, purposeless, free and unfettered existence
Finally dissipates into nothingness.
The inspiration for this was actually a cigarette. I was driving down Broadway to meet friends for dinner and was behind a red truck. The man driving was smoking a cigarette with the window down. At a red light, I found myself watching the smoke float about in and out of the window and this poem was born.
I am surprised that I seem to find inspiration just about anywhere for putting together a few words.
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
September 14, 2010
Rays of sun,
Patches of soft grays,
Woven with delicate filaments.
Quilted fragments of sunset.
Shining, wispy threads,
Stitched with light,
Designed by Heavens Hand.
By Kimberly L. McClune
My daughter has offered to paint a picture to depict this poems images. I will endeavor to figure out how to post that once it's complete.
Friday, September 10, 2010
Shivering out in the cold at the base of a large pine tree was a tiny polar bear cub. Through the blowing snow her eyes were fixed on the brightly lit front door. There was a pretty wreath on the door with a big red ribbon. The house looked so warm and inviting.
The little cub carefully made her way to the stairs and started to climb up. She heard a noise and stopped, almost afraid to move. Then she heard laughter from inside. As she started to climb the last two stairs, she heard happy voices behind the big front door.
When the tiny cub reached the front door she reached out her paw and gave it a scratch. Then she gave it a knock. It wasn't a loud knock, but it was enough.
"Mom, I think I heard someone at the door." said a girl's voice.
"Are you sure? Who would be out on a night like this?" replied a woman's voice.
Soon the big door opened a little and a girl with short brown hair and brown eyes looked out. She didn't see anyone and started to shut the door saying, "Mom, you're right. No one's there."
"Shut the door quickly. Don't let the snow and cold inside." said the woman's voice.
Before the girl could shut the door, the tiny cub let out a small yelp. The girl looked down and froze in place. A big smile came across her face and she bent down in the doorway. She stared at the tiny cub for a moment.
"Honey, shut that door!" came a cry from the woman somewhere beyond the door.
The girl stood up and called back, "But Mom, there's a little bear cub out here. Come see!"
In a moment, a woman with short red hair wearing an apron was at the door looking down at the cub. "Oh, honey, it's so tiny!" she said.
"Yeah, Mom, can we bring it inside? I'm afraid it'll freeze out there tonight."
"I suppose we'll have to, dear." the woman replied.
So the cub was taken inside the cozy house and placed on a pillow in front of a lovely fire. The cub could hear pretty music playing. She cuddled up on the pillow and the girl sat down beside her. The girl petted the cub and put a soft blanket over her. The tiny cub started to feel all warm and snuggly.
Soon the woman brought a shallow dish of warm milk and set it down by the pillow. Immediately the cub wiggled out from under the blanket and put her nose down in the dish and drank slowly. She seemed to be savoring every drop. Feeling its warm goodness go down her throat, filling her empty tummy.
In a little while the girl called to her mother, "Mom can we give her something to eat?"
"Yes." was the answer that came from the kitchen.
The little girl got up and went to the kitchen. After a short time, she returned with a small plate of tuna. She placed the dish down next to the pillow. The little cub wiggled out from under the blanket again and nibbled up the tuna until it was all gone. She looked up at the girl and smiled, then got herself back under the warm blanket.
The girl watched, mesmerized by the little cub. She thought that it hardly seemed real. The cub was pure white with a turned up nose and two sweet black eyes that seemed to smile at her. She felt that the cub was very special, but couldn't put her finger on why. So she sat down again next to the pillow and began to stroke the fur on the back of the cubs head. Relaxing with every touch, the cub snuggled further down against the soft pillow with the warmth of the fire and the blanket reviving her.
Saturday, September 4, 2010
One hot summer day when Mother was at work, Barbara went to Great Aunt Kates and took her best imaginary friend, Mrs. Peabody. Most of the day Great Aunt Kate was in and out of her garden so Barbara and Mrs. Peabody busied themselves with whatever they could find.
The two friends went outside and tried to find a way to stay cool. Barbara found some fallen leaves in a shady area and started to make a pile of them. She decided to bake them and Mrs. Peabody wanted to help. But, what could you bake out of leaves? Barbara and Mrs. Peabody thought about it as they collected a few more.
Finally, Mrs. Peabody came up with a brilliant idea. They would make cookies. The leaves were just the right size. Barbara decided that there must be a way to make a leaf just like a real cookie. Not really knowing how to bake a cookie, she went in the house and came out with a bowl of water and some soap.
The two friends went about mixing up a batter with the soap and when it was done they dipped each leaf in it then laid them out to dry on a rock. They thought the rock would make a good oven since the sun was so hot that day. While they waited for the sun to bake their leaf cookies the friends went inside for lemonade and a snack.
After an hour and a half the two friends went back outside to check on their cookies. The leaves were still soggy, but the soap was almost burned on the edges. Barbara and Mrs. Peabody cleaned up the cookies then tried to figure out what went wrong. The leaf cookies didn't turn out like real cookies at all. Before they could try again it was time to go home.
The next afternoon, Barbara and Mrs. Peabody were at Great Aunt Kate's again. Once again they went to the backyard and gathered leaves for a new batch of cookies. This time Barbara made a thick paste from the soap and water. The two friends coated each leaf with a thick layer of the paste. The leaves were placed further apart on more than one rock this time. They hoped that the changes made to their recipe would yield a better leaf cookie.
Mrs. Peabody and Barbara played a game with a ball outside for a while then went in for a snack. When they remember to check on their cookies they found them a little stiffer, but the paste was still not dry after two hours in the hot summer sun. The girls decided to change the recipe again the next day.
As soon as Barbara got to Great Aunt Kate's she went out to the backyard with Mrs. Peabody and started to gather a pile of leaves. Then she went inside and got another bowl of water and some soap. While Barbara mixed the paste Mrs. Peabody prepared the leaves for baking. They made a thick paste again, but this time put less of it on each leaf. After they placed them on the rocks for baking they busies themselves helping Great Aunt Kate in the house.
They returned two hours later and found that the leaf cookies were a little more cookie like, but still not quite stiff enough to be a cookie. The friends cleaned up their final attempt and went inside for a lunch, disheartened. Great Aunt Kate asked Barbara about the project. Barbara described what they were doing and how they tried different ways each day, but couldn't make leaf cookies.
Little did Barbara know, but Great Aunt Kate got such delight from this account that she told quite a few people about it. Before long everyone was asking Barbara about her leaf cookies. Barbara was proud to describe her efforts and her final determination that leaves could not be made into cookies. Everyone was very impressed with Barbara's ability, for one so young, to attempt a project of this kind.
Barbara and Mrs. Peabody moved on to other pursuits as the summer wore on because making leaf cookies was not a very cool activity.
Friday, September 3, 2010
Radiant tiers brushed with light
Fanned out across the sky
Gracefully reach for the earth