Two days ago in a seminar the North Carolina Center for the Advancement of Teaching called "The Power of Words," I wrote a short poem about them.
My white ladies wait
this morning,
just risen from their baths,
shoulders dusted
with powder my mother
loved--White Linen--
drying themselves
in the sun rising over
the mountins draped in fog
like their negligees.
5 comments:
Kay, I love the poem AND your "ladies." Feel as if I know them. Oh to have been a part of that seminar with you and the beauty of NCCAT and Cullowhee. The one thing I don't like about retirement is not being able to attend another seminar. I am writing, but too slow and too unsure of myself. Hope you and your family (and puppies, of course) are doing well. Love, Teresa
Lovely poem, Kay. Are the white ladies sycamores? Such beautiful trees. And what a beautiful day we're having!
Teresa, the seminar was good but would have been better if you had been there. You should send me some of your new poems. And Vicki, I couldn't agree more about the day. It's been gorgeous, made moreso by what's sprouting in our garden. Tomorrow I have to thin the lettuce and chard. The red russian kale is up!
We had beet greens tonight--first time I've tried them. Sprinkled toasted almonds over. They were so good that i wish we had more. I hope our beets work this year.
Vicki, yes, they are sycamores, in Europe known as plane trees. I love the way they look and how their name sounds.
i agree - "Lovely poem," Kay, and yes, it *is* wet down here. i should go photograph the Flint River for you.
Hugs. / Thank you.
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