Josie Whitehead’s Poems
By Josie Whitehead
Look! The afternoon sun sets,
And leafless trees throw
Their shadowy bodies into the lake.
Like skeletons they dance and move,
As the wind gently blows the water.
Now, trembling they stretch
Their arms across the water.
See. Two blue kingfishers sit
And discuss fishing tactics.
Wisps of clouds float across the
Fast fading sunlit sky,
And new buds are opening on every tree.
It's the start of a new week, but -
Goodnight Sunday.
I enjoyed your company.
Copyright 2007
Question
What Sunday evening scene do you remember that might invoke a poem?
Find a clipart picture of a kingfisher to add to your poem.