Weather Warning

 

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Weather Warning

A redbird came to eat today,
flew by the tray
of fruit and grain
as drops of rain
began to plop and plop and plop.
When each big drop
became a splash,
I heard a crash
and looked to find the bird of red
with tufted head,
escaping claws
of cat’s wet paws.

© Freeda Baker Nichols

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THE SEARCH

Cougar

The cat went searching for a mouse
to bring to house.
He climbed a gate
and stayed out late,
still looking for a mouse or rat.
Persistent cat
kept on his search
and found a perch
where birds were roosting for the night
but they took flight
before his eyes
to his surprise!

© Copyright, Freeda Baker Nichols

This is a Minute Form of Poetry

 

 

The Last Bouquet

Pink hollyhocks placed in her hands;

she understands

how much I care;

she’s still aware–

although she is extremely weak,

too ill to speak

or comprehend

this love I send

my Granny Kate with graying hair

and saintly air —

her fevered eyes

ignite surprise.

 

© 2014 Freeda Baker Nichols

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Double Wedding Vow by Freeda Baker Nichols

rose budDouble Wedding Vow

 When Aunt Miranda married Jim
she said to him
the wedding vow
two times, somehow.
When Uncle Jimmy said, “I do,”
she said it, too.
“Oh, never mind,”
the preacher whined,
then he pronounced them man and wife.
Throughout his life,
will Jim recall
his vow at all?

© 2013 Freeda Baker Nichols

Goodbyes Are Better Left Unsaid ——————day 30 napowrimo

The sun is changing now for night–
a pink delight.
I watch it fade
and masquerade.
When darkened clouds turn dapple-gray,
I’ll turn away
with aching heart.
I’ll fall apart
’cause NaPoWriMo must erase
my happy face
in silhouette–
the day we met.

©  Copyright, 2013, Freeda Baker Nichols

This poem is in the Minute form and it’s the last of 30 poems for NaPoWriMo in the month of April.  It’s been a busy time and I’ve had fun. Thanks to everyone who has viewed my poems and/or “liked” them or left a comment.  It’s been a great adventure, good discipline, something to look forward to each day.  Now, back to my short story. Never a dull moment for a writer and a poet!