In his poem, [little tree], e e cummings imagines the spangles that sleep all year in a dark box dreaming of being taken out and allowed to shine, the balls the chains red and gold the fluffy threads Today, we are thinking of spangles from the year. You can write about things from the year … Continue reading Spangles

Look for a lovely thing

Today I thought we could look for lovely things. I thought of the idea when I read this little poem by Sara Teasdale. Night Stars over snow    And in the west a planet Swinging below a star –    Look for a lovely thing and you will find it. It is not far –     It never … Continue reading Look for a lovely thing