winged back home, made me think of poet
JoAnn Early Macken’s WAITING OUT THE STORM.
This gentle prose poem is an appreciation
of finding shelter in a storm, to then watch it in wonder.
A mother and daughter consider the small creatures
who live outdoors as they make their path from
a hill of daffodils,
to their own cozy nest to watch and wait out the weather.
It is illustrated by Susan Gaber in a way that
transports the reader inside veils of rain.
I’m sharing these raindrop lines:
They burst from the cloud
skipping and leaping and laughing out loud
They spin and they tumble.
They bounce on the breeze
They dance to the tune of the world in the trees
2010 JoAnn Early Macken, “Waiting Out The Storm”
You can learn more about JoAnn Early Macken, who
And in your visit to JoAnn’s site, be sure to look at her, WRITE A POEM
information. This is about her book that I was fortunate to win
more than a year ago.
And also, please check back for one of my favorite rain images
from a few years past, of our gal, appreciating
cascades of drops. It’s not handy at the moment but I expect
to locate it soon.
Mindful that this week’s Poetry Friday gathering, collected at NO WATER RIVER
by Renee La Tulippe arrives the day after Sept. 11 memorials, I offer
JoAnn’s poetry lines, above, as a way of honoring quiet sweet moments in life that
our protectors endeavor to make continuous for us all.
Peace to you this week & always.