I'm truly honored to be hosting today's Poetry Friday event. I always enjoy wandering through the blogs joining the Poetry Friday conversation. It is a pleasure to be reminded of poems I have loved, to discover new poems, and to read the poems written by participants. If you're joining us today, and I hope you are, please add your link to the comments section of this post. Then follow the links in the post, and the comments section, to find more poetry. I'll be by a few time across the day to update the event. Enjoy! A Chance The quarter tossed carelessly to the bottom of my purse, once coveted, now overlooked. Shiny quarter once held such promise, a wish for something grand from the store's gum ball machine: a new ring, a bracelet of gold, a plastic parachute man. Something sure to be envied. Twenty five cents placed in a slot, turn, turn, click. Opening the door revealed a clear pl...
Good morning! What a beautiful poem to go along with a beautiful snowy morning. I was just looking outside, marveling at the simple beauty an early morning snow brings. Have a wonderful day!
ReplyDeleteI love the picture that goes along with the poem. It is snowing outside my window. I just helped my daughter pack her car for a 15 hour car trip. As she pulled out of the driveway I studied our footprints. I was suprised by the quantity of footsteps that left the mark of preparing her for her journey.
ReplyDeleteI love both the photo and the poem! I think it would be fun to show the kids this picture, or something similar and let them try writing to it.
ReplyDeleteThis is so wonderful! Before your poem I wouldn't be able to imagine snow this morning (yesterday it was 81 in Austin, TX) but thanks to your words, my perspective of March 4th weather is transformed. Have a beautiful day.
ReplyDeleteThat's lovely...we've had so little snow, that I believe I have come to miss it.
ReplyDeleteI love this beautiful poem! It reflects something I've wondered about a lot after the blizzard that left behind 30 inches of snow. We have a fenced-in backyard, yet there were large tracks in our backyard. Could it have been a bear that hopped the fence (and hopped back out)? I'll never know. I only looked at them from the safety of my kitchen window.
ReplyDeleteWonderful that you chose to ask about this footprint, and it is mesmerizing, Cathy. Do you know what made it? The poem wonders/wanders? just enough to tantalize.
ReplyDeleteYou know you had me when there was a photo to go with the writing. I've been toying with including photos of my noticing and a picture of my notebook but playing around with what that might look like on the blog. I like the pattern with repetition, Who's. I think students can catch on to that.
ReplyDeleteI love the way you imagined the story behind these footprints, Cathy. I like to think they were "just playing/in the winter white."
ReplyDeleteHow fun it is to wonder along with you!
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