The Honey of the Sun: A Pantoum Poem by Toni Cross

 

drink the honey of the sun
drink deep until the day is done
be drunk with light
into the night
drink deep until the day is done
of golden wine, my bonny one

 into the night
you will shine bright

with golden wine, my bonny one
be drunk with light
you will shine bright

drink the honey of the sun

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Yes, It’s A Paperdoll…

Hello all!

Well, I live in Vermont. And this fine, fall afternoon I’ve been sitting around watching football. Of course, I couldn’t JUST watch football…

So, I ended up creating a fall themed paperdoll, loosely based on this design by the fantastic paper doll blogger RLC of Paper Thin Personas. (Please, head over and check out her amazing blog!)

Here’s my version:

 

A Chipmunk Named Morning Sickness… by Toni L.A. Cross

Deep in the pit

of my stomach

a chipmunk seems

to have gotten loose

and he’s running

and chattering

and scurrying about

looking for nuts

or some such

nonsense

I try to tell him

now just isn’t the time

he’s upsetting my breakfast

and he’ll have to pay!

Sing of the Morning… by Toni L.A. Cross

 

toes dressed in diamonds

in sparkling dew

that tread on a carpet

of plush emerald hue

dance to music

to the finest of strings

wee crickets make music

so you can spin

whirl with abandon

before the eyes of the dawn

coy veil unfurling

of fine glossy locks

O sing to the morning!

O sing of the day!

rejoice without censure

let this moment stay

I’m Columbus… By Toni L.A. Cross

I’m Columbus
on a journey
thinking I know
where it ends
but these trees
don’t look familiar
and the faces seem
so strange
I’m Columbus
on a journey
accidentally
finding newness
in the place
I least expected
because I dared
to sail off
the edge
of the map