Try a Triolet with Fran Haley, April 18, 2024
Fireplace
In a cast iron box, glowing window
Ignites warmth around and within
Orange coals, dancing flames flow
In a cast iron box, glowing window
As I sit in quiet, you stage a show
In sweet serenity, this day begins
In a cast iron box, glowing window
Ignites warmth around and within
Today my daughter had a baby
Sweetest, most perfect ever, maybe
Baaing Baas Vary Him
Ya Brim Abash Vagina
Via Babyish Anagram
Aha Baby Raving Aims
Maria’s having a baby
Sociably Best
Acolytes Bibs
Basic Boy, Lets
Solstice Baby
Things that Happen When Looking at the Horizon
Feel blessed
Find rest
Less stress
Less
Yes
I am the green
that hurts your eyes,
brilliant and dazzling,
bright and ubiquitous.
Here in the Emerald City,
the sprinkles come in
a circadian rhythm of sogginess.
Moss carpets wood and stone.
Ferns pop and ivies creep
Green, the only color.
The tangles of yarn
Are becoming a blanket.
Right now, they are sitting by
my Mother’s Day gift of
board books—Chicka Chicka Boom Boom,
The Very Hungry Caterpillar,
and I’ll Love You Forever, (yes, I will)
that I will read to you,
Sweet baby, on Facetime.
But now we wait for your arrival,
Healthy and whole
Bearing life and
Bringing hope
To our world