Shadows (Monday Poem)

 by Judith Nicholls

Stand with your back

to the shining sun;

watch you shadow

dance and run.

Stand and face

the shining sun;

look ahead--

your shadow's gone!

from Sing a Song of Seasons: 

A Nature Poem for Each Day of the Year

Selected by Fiona Waters

illustrated by Frann Preston-Gannon

Candlewick Press, 2018

Some One (Monday Poem)

by Walter de la Mare

Some one came knocking 

At my wee small door;

Some one came knocking,

I'm sure -- sure -- sure;

I listened, I opened,

I looked to left and right,

But nought there was a-stirring

In the still dark night;

Only the busy beetle

Tap-tapping in the wall,

Only from the forest

The screech-owl's call,

Only the cricket whitling

While the dewdrops fall,

So I know not who came knocking,

At all, at all, at all.

 

 

from Sing a Song of Seasons: 

A Nature Poem for Each Day of the Year

Selected by Fiona Waters

illustrated by Frann Preston-Gannon

Candlewick Press, 2018 

Insect (Monday Poem

 by Tony Mitton

Inspect

an insect

and you'll see

how perfect

it can be.

 

Listen,

and hear 

the tiny song

it sings,

 

as bits of rainbow

glisten

on its wings.

 

 

 

from Sing a Song of Seasons: 

A Nature Poem for Each Day of the Year

Selected by Fiona Waters

illustrated by Frann Preston-Gannon

Candlewick Press, 2018 

What Do You Suppose? (Monday Poem)

 Anonymous

 

 

What do you suppose?

A bee sat on my nose.

Then what do you think?

He gave me a wink

And said, "I beg your pardon,

I thought you were the garden."

 

 

 

from Sing a Song of Seasons: 

A Nature Poem for Each Day of the Year

Selected by Fiona Waters

illustrated by Frann PReston-Gannon

Candlewick Press, 2018 

The Clearing (Monday Poem)

by Martha Postlethwaite

Do not try to  serve

the whole world

or do anything grandiose.

Instead, create

a clearing

in the dense forest

of your life

and wait there

patiently,

until the song

that is yours alone to sing

falls into your open cupped hands

and you recognise and greet it.

Only then will you know

how to give yourself

to the world

so worthy of 

rescue.

from

https://www.mindfulnessassociation.net/words-of-wonder/clearing-martha-postlethwaite/

The End (Monday Poem)

by A. A. Milne

 

 

When I was One,

I had just begun.

 

When I was Two,

I was nearly new.

 

When I was Three,

I was hardly me.

 

When I was Four,

I was not much more.

 

When I was Five,

I was just alive.

 

But now I am Six, I'm as clever as clever.

So I think I'll be six now for ever and ever.

 

 

 

from Now We Are Six, 

by A. A. Milne

illustrated by Ernest H. Shepard

Dell, 1955

 

Looking Around, Believing (Monday Poem)

by Gary Soto

How strange that we can begin at any time.

With two feet we get down the street.

With a hand we undo the rose.

With an eye we lift up the peach tree

And hold it up to the wind -- white blossoms

At our feet. Like today, I started

In the yard with my daughter,

With my wife poking at a potted geranium,

And now I am walking down the street,

Amazed that the sun is only so hight,

Just over the roof, and a child

Is singing through a rolled newspaper

And a terrier is leaping like a flea

And at the bakery I pass, a palm

Like a suctioning starfish is pressed

To the window.  We're keeping busy --

This way, that way, we're making shadows

Where sunlight was, making words

Where there was only noise in the trees.

from A Fire in My Hands: A Book of Poems

by Gary Soto

Scholastic, 1990