List Poem

I have always been interested in astronomy. The moon has a particular fascination for me. As everyone knows the moon has different phases. However, each month's full moon has one, or more names. I decided to write a list poem to help me remember the special names for each full moon. See if you can guess what the names are...

A Year of Full Moons

January’s moon howls

February’s moon hungers

March’s moon fasts

April’s moon hatches

May’s moon sows

June’s moon flowers

July’s moon thunders

Augusts’ moon grows

September’s moon reaps

October’s moon hunts

November’s moon rimes

December’s moon rejoices

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Praying Mantis Cinquain

Mantodea
Penitent prophet
Deceptively humble posture
Cunning camouflage employing predator
Carnivorous

Quip

If April showers are said to bring forth May flowers, miserable grey skies also certainly bring forth glowers!

Spring Poem

Tender shoots arise daintily from earthen beds
Ardently worshiping the sun’s radiant splendor
Stretching and basking in its fleeting appearance
Before staccato showers supplant with gelidity,
The mercurial warmth of that intemperate goddess, spring.

Cinquain

Lampyridae
Bioluminescent beetle
Buzzing happily along
Illuminating the velvety dark
Pulsating

Imagery Poem II

Winter's Chill

Winter’s chill seeks to pervade

As sharply as a burnished blade

Biting deeply into wearied bone

Eliciting many a anguished moan

Unrelenting in its determined grip

From its grasp, a yearning to slip

Seeking refuge before a hearty blaze

Sensation returns, as travelers laze

Shaking off the evening’s cold

Happily ensconced in a halo of gold

Imagery Poem I

Indian Summer

Softly I tread along the well worn path
Into the wood, along the river’s edge
Listening intently to the sounds of fall
Rustling leaves, a migratory bird’s call
Brilliant blues skies overhead
A carpet of autumnal hues at my feet
Warmth at my back, a smile on my face
I slow my stride to a dilatory pace
Savoring the vestiges of summer
Imbibing deeply, so I can recall
In the deep of winter, the joy of fall