Gayle Sweeney Poems
|82.||The Ruby Throated Hummingbird||10/6/2010|
|85.||Apple Picking Time||10/9/2010|
|86.||Fraises Des Bois||3/6/2011|
|87.||The Christmas List -||11/27/2010|
|88.||Old East Woburn Cranberry Bog||10/17/2010|
|91.||At Margaret's House||12/11/2010|
|93.||Spring In New England||4/29/2011|
|94.||The Full Moon In August||8/26/2013|
|95.||Love On The Boulevard||9/14/2012|
|98.||A Day At Hampton Beach||10/16/2010|
|99.||Blue For You||10/7/2010|
|101.||The Monarch Butterfly||10/5/2010|
|102.||The Strawberry Moon||10/5/2010|
|103.||To Provence! !||1/10/2015|
|107.||A Winter Night||10/13/2010|
|108.||A Cardinal In Winter||10/7/2010|
|110.||An Appalachian Bowl||2/23/2011|
|111.||A Bird On The Wire||4/20/2011|
|112.||A Red Tulip||12/25/2010|
|113.||A Shooting Star||10/5/2010|
|114.||Zinnias In A Rye Garden||2/3/2012|
|115.||A Quiet Night Alone||8/11/2012|
|116.||A Blue Jay||10/8/2010|
Comments about Gayle Sweeney
A Blue Jay
A blue jay's feathered back holds spots of white clouds
And soft, glistening blue.
Upon its wings is painted days of sapphires
And snowy flurries, too.
I peeked out beyond the open curtain
At the big, flowering rhododendron.
There a bright, silent blue jay landed suddenly.
Amoung our pink fairy blossoms it stopped by me,
Jewelled with patches of rich blue - perhaps a gift
From the azure sky.
We might even think some of pure heaven
Is in flight when blue jays fly.
This dappled blue jay then soon quietly moved from branch to branch
In the green blooming ...
The Monarch Butterfly
Oceans of mandarin orange played upon the bright, sun painted wings
Of a Monarch in the air who made happy, shimmery blossoms sing!
By and by this graceful butterfly fluttered like a dancer from Spain.
It floated with a soft breeze then stopped atop some petals where it
Soon all at once the lone, lovely Monarch took flight and was on its way
Packed with pure, sunshiny joy during the glistening, summery day.
Dressed in a blazing, astounding cloak and yet still very elusive