Her Tears Upon The Ground

She weeps her tears upon the ground
Sadness fills her soul
Puddles form from her tears
Lakes, rivers rise to overflow
She is in distress
What has happen to her world?
Chaos regins to the west
Caps of ice melt in the north and south of poles
The east in a mode of change
She struggles to make sense
Cries out to those few that listen
They take heed even through they’re few
But it’s not enough to stop what may come to pass
As she watches her world disappearing
Through her crying eyes

Organic Garden On Soil

Plant after the frost is best
Organic gardener has more awareness
A fine balance where species coexist
Grow diversity of plants
Will build mini ecosystem of pest and predators

Soil fertility maintained by recycled matter
Enrich soil with animal manure
Or even dead or rotting vegetation
This will provide nourishment to the soil

Gardening with nature
Digging, seeding, watering will come in hand
Dig to give air to soil
Seeding more seeds will germinate
Water is where a garden will survival

Harvest will bring rewards
Abundant and rich and varied foods
Take well; give the soil time
And watch your garden grow

April 22 prompt from this site http://www.napowrimo.net/

Nightly Poem Under Willow Tree

Night rolls in; sun dips under
Fireflies blink their lights delicately
On and off, on and off
Crickets come in with their chirping
A running brook gurgles water over rocks
Bull frog sounds it horn
Sweet tones comes to my hears
As pen on paper musical words
Fly upon the page in verse
Bringing out a poet’s nightly poem
Under the weeping willow
Leaves bristle a huanting tune
As wind blows through their branches
Forming my poem to right crescendo
Then pen lifts finish with final note
Nightly music sounds pause for brief silence
Before returning to their nightly musical song

April 17 prompt from this site http://www.napowrimo.net/

Moon And Sun Letter

I got your letter this morning, Moon
I saw you as you dipped under the horizon
Disappearing to sleep soon
How are your stars last evening
Were they twinking bright
I wish I could view that sight

Sun, thank you for your letter this evening
Stars did put on a beautiful show
There sight was was something to behold
I hear you are lonely when you rise
Maybe one day, both of us will see each other
As you rise up and I go down

Yes, alone sometimes I am
A passing cloud sometimes arrives
Most time its voided only with blue sky
A rainbow comes to cheer me up
When clouds had dropped their buckets of rain
I can not wait to glimpse you again

Cheer Sun, I have problem with bickering stars
For they squabble among each other
Who is the brightest?
Who can out shine the other stars
Be grateful my friend
We will see each when we realign

Alright my friend, I will catch you then
Till next write again soon
Your truly yours, the Sun

I as well see you when you rise
I’ll write some more to keep you occupied
Your friend, the Moon

April 16 prompt from this site http://www.napowrimo.net/

Blessed Milkthistle

Your purple conical shape draws me
I come near to see thee
Your leaves are like a dancer leaping in the air
Shiny your leaves are with milky-white veins coarsing through
Your hole being as I near; I want to touch
But, pinnate spiny edges stop me in my tracks
For to touch you, will give an ouch!

April 6th Prompt: In a recent New York Times interview, Paul Auster says one of his favorite books is Weeds of the West because of wildflower names like these that he cites: “Bur Chervil. Spreading dogbane. Skeleton-leaf bursage. Nodding beggarticks. Bristly hawksbeard. Tansy ragwort. Blessed milkthistle. Poverty sumpweed. Prostrate spurge. Everlasting peavine. Panicle willoweed. Ripgut brome.”
Write a poem about any one or several of these.

I am The Hungry Caterpillar

I munch all day
Green leaves are the way
Munch, munch, crunch, crunch
I am the hungry caterpi

Must eat my fill
No time to stop and mill
Munch, munch, crunch, crunch
I am the hungry caterpillar.

This one is a tasty treat
I feel like I am on a retreat
Munch, munch, crunch, crunch
I am the hungry caterpillar.

My belly is growing
I guess I have to get going
Munch, munch, crunch, crunch
I am the hungry caterpillar.

Find a tree which will hold
My bindings around in and I am in the fold
Munch, munch, crunch, crunch
I am the hungry caterpillar.

My womb of lien breaks at last
I fly out flapping wings fast
No munch, no crunch
I am a fluttering butterfly now.

April 2nd Prompt: April 2nd is International Children’s Book Day. Choose your favorite child’s book and write

a. a poem from the point of view of the main character

b. a poem that is a letter to the author, or

c. an ode to books, reading or librarians.