Under the Full Moon

From the pond she hears the frog’s croak

Stepping outside beneath the full moon

Skyclad underneath her cloak

The rites will begin soon

***

The round shining orb reflects romance

Dropping her cloak to the ground

With reckless abandon she begins her dance

As the energy begins to flow around

***

Moonlight glares on her white bum

She prepares to cast her magic spell

As her hand reaches for the small drum

Dancing and drumming and singing as well

***

Energy rising and her dancing a frenzied sight

The words she begins to chant

She sends her spell into the night

Praying the goddess her will to grant

***

The love spell will draw a good man

That is all that she has asked for

With this love spell perhaps she can

Find romance and happiness forevermore

One Shot Wednesday

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Wearing o’ the Green

Leprechauns have nothing on these glamour girls.

They wear their green hat proudly and proclaim for all the world, “Happy St. Paddy’s Day!”

At the end of our rainbow, you’ll  not find a pot of gold, but there’s kids bouncing and running around galore!

Their cute little noses to kiss are worth so much more.

This is linked to Jenny Matlock’s Alphabe-Thursday.  W is for Wearing o’ the Green.

This is my Friday Flash 55 for G-man.

They’re here!

They’re here!  They’re here!  We’ve started kidding for 2011.  In one day, we had both twins and triplets.  There are eight more girls to have babies by March 18th, my birthday!   If you don’t hear from me much in the next week, it’s because I’m checking the back sides of goats and playing with kids!

Baby Girl

Kizzy and twin daughters

Baby Boy

Baby Boy

Write a 55, visit G-man and tell him about it.

Vegetables

Very good food for

Everyone to eat and enjoy

Go plant a seed and

Expect it to grow and

To become an

Amazing healthy treat

Broccoli, spinach, peas

Love them all

Everyone needs their veggies

So delicious and nutritious

This is linked to One Shot Wednesday week #36 and Jenny Matlock’s Alphabe-Thursday where the letter of the week is V.

 

Lessons from my Mother

I walk within the arms of my Mother Earth

and listen to the lessons she whispers to me.

Within the rustling of the leaves on the trees

I hear a caution to be loving and caring to all I meet.

It’s a message that rises from the roots and travels

to the very tips of the leaves at the top of the tree,

such an important message to understand.

The birds living in their nests echo the sentiment

to be loving and caring and kind to all who need.

Their chirp sings that we must take care of one another,

no harassing or hating or hurting even if they are different.

I hear a message of healing in the water rushing through the creek.

A very important lesson from water as we let things flow naturally

and do not try to fight against the current.

Clear, clean and caring, water will purify the soul as it washes past.

I listen as Mother Nature whispers lessons of love into my soul.

This is being linked to Jingle’s Poetry Potluck.

Haiku Heights #33: Cold

water breaking free

ice clings hopelessly at edge

remains of winter

Be sure to visit Haiku Heights, hosted by Leo, to read more haiku.

A Watched Feeling

I was walking through the pasture, and I just could not shake the feeling that I was being watched.  I looked around, but there was nobody in sight.  After all, I was in my pasture, and not even the goats are out there right now.  Then I looked up and saw her in the nest.

This is my Friday Flash 55!  Be sure to visit G-man for more micro-fiction.

Until

…the cows come home

…the rooster quits crowing

…the goats stop maaing

…billies stop butting

…the oak trees quit shading

…the deer abandon my orchard

…the corn quits growing

…the cat quits chasing the mouse

…the dog’s tail doesn’t wag

Until then, I will be a part of the farm.

Be sure to visit Jenny Matlock for more Alphabe-Thursday posts brought to you by the letter U.

Playful

watching the kids play

knowing they are safe and sound

their mother watches

This is being submitted to One Shot Wednesday at One Stop Poetry.