24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Joyce Uglow, poet and picture book author, digs in on topics from bees, trees, and families to ancient cave art and fossils trapped in asphalt seeps. She is currently the Co-Chair of SCBWI Wisconsin’s Publications Promotions team and additionally sits on the Board of the Wisconsin Center for the Book.
Squinting, holding the grease lamp low.
Squeezing through the gash in the cliff
Pushing into Cave’s tight tunnel.
Adjusting to the light in the darkness
Squinting, holding the grease lamp low
Finding bones of cave bears littering the floor.
Touching claw marks on the walls.
Adding hand prints and paintings to the art
Squinting, holding the grease lamp low.
Wildflowers dormant
Until spring rain wakes the seeds
Superbloom Awe Walk
Memories sixty years long trucked away.
Collections stuffed in boxes
Meaningful mementos moved
One chair remains
Tracking the movement of the sun
Welcoming admirers in bright sunshine
Folding as daylight decreases
Resting out of the limelight until sunrise
Opening again in bold colors
Journeying together
Bonding in new ways
Caring about our lives
Holding hands in times of need
Always and forever
Your blue-tinted needles poked my curiosity.
How did you sprout in this terrain?
In this drought?
In this time of fires running wild?
How did you stretch so high and wide in this environment?
In this era of distrust?
In this time of turmoil?
Your blue-tint inspires me to sprout, run wild, trusting myself to plant hope.
Like an ant scurrying, gathering dinner for the nest
Like a bee flying, finding sweet nectar for the hive
Like a bird soaring, enjoying views
Liking life.