Milkweed and Poetry

The seasons are changing with their usual regularity. I have been collecting milkweed pods from the ditches for winter crafting. One day there was a bit of snow that looked especially beautiful on them.

I am teaching poetry to W and her friend A. this year. Here are a few of their poems. First A's Haikus about nature.

Pumpkins

Crouched in crisp dead leaves

Round and lumpy, hard orange shell.

Frost's cold fingers grasp.

The Moon

Cold, white light

Paints skeletal trees.

Moon stares down.

Rainbows

Miles of color.

Bridge across the sky.

Reflection.

And W's about night.

Running from the monsters coming,

Hoping I can get away.

I can hear their voices thrumming,

Start leading them astray

Teeth shimmering in the moon

Dark eyes follow every move,

Hoping to escape my doom,

Things that stalk the heavy gloom.

Running, still, to get away,

Speeding through dark streets,

To see the light of day, I pray,

I wake all tangled in my sheets.