September's Grande Ball

I had been searching for this poem for a while and was so glad when I found it in one of my notebooks. I wrote it in September of 'O8 to celebrate my rose garden.

September's Grande Ball


The last farewell of summer days
Holds them in golden glow

Roses in the garden don their finest gowns
Like kings and queens at court

Princess Tiffany graces the courtyard in a delicate pastel yellow skirt
Light pink ruffles curl around her innocent face

The Royal Prince attends in a pearl white tux
Elegantly appointed

The Contessa stands shyly in the corner in a deep blush pink
She takes our breath away with her beauty

The Ice Princess flounces her crystal white skirts
Flirting with Winter

Princess Ann is an apricot beauty
Dancing gently in the breeze

Count Carl dons a regal gold jacket
Standing out from the crowd

Her Magesty the Queen finally arrives in robes of deep indigo velvet
Rich jewels of diamond dew adorn her petals

All the court bows and curtsies
in the gentle breeze as the grande ball begins

The Lords and Ladies of the castle admire the show
And cannot help but be spellbound

Lost Art

I would have liked to have sat home and spun poems all day like my mother
Tuning in to the Forget me not blues and buzzing sounds in the garden

Instead my time is full of schedules
Reading, math, science, current events
To prove Adequate Yearly Progress
That teachers are really teaching
Students are really learning

Occasionally though I sneak in a Yoga meditation class
or recite poetry just for the fun of it
It takes all the joy out of it it if I don't stop and listen to poems and
see how phrases hook together in perfect Iambic Pentameter

"I meant to do my work today but a brown bird sang in the apple tree
And all the leaves were calling me"

Still,
I rebel every once in a while and have the students write cursive
My favorite poetic verse