Dreaming in Black and White

The full moon shot a beam to my eye
this morning in the earliest hours
through the branches and wind and
for a moment I dreamed
in black and white.

Well, that sucks. Or maybe not, but it definitely isn't the same as what was in my head when I woke up yesterday morning. I should have written it down right away. The moon was amazingly huge and full, and I had not closed the shutters. The wind was howling too. An amazing night.

Another Poem

Another entry in the occasional series of poetry from the bright-eyed boy. This was written on assignment after spending the day at The Outdoor Lab.

Snakes

Snakes like to slither
After a while they will wither
Hopefully they won't come hither
They aren't as bad as a chigger

Not Shakespeare, but he does make me smile.

Poetry

This may be the first in a series of poetry by the bright-eyed boy. What a funny boy. You'll see some pics of him soon all dressed up for cotillion, but here's a sampling of haiku from a recent assignment. He does make me laugh.

I love dumplings and
my mother makes a good soup
that makes me happy

and

I'll get my passport
then I will travel the world
but mom, I will write

That last one got a "cute!" comment from his teacher. He's just dying to get out of the eastern time zone. . . he's not quite to the twilight zone, puberty-wise, but not too far off. . .