I enjoyed the way the August poem unfolded and I’m going to do more or less the same thing this month—an image a day linked by a rhyme on the last word of one stanza and the first of the next. We’ll see if I can get it to come full circle with the last word rhyming with the first.
We see you every evening,
as you lope, long-legged
along the stream
beneath the willows,
splendid hare, bold as brass.
45 thoughts on “Daily poem: September stanza 1”
I love this image of a “bold as brass” hare. 🙂
So tomorrow’s poem will begin with a word that rhymes with brass?
Yup. Should be easy to keep up. The hare is really not very timid. The first time it appeared, Finbar was on the alert for something we couldn’t see so we decided to let him loose. He charged off to where he’d seen something move, but we saw the hare leap out of the brambles and run a little way along the stream. Finbar saw nothing. Just rootled around in circles. Now we know what it is, we make sure he’s tied up at supper time. Just in case. It never runs very far before stopping. Ambles more than runs.
So cool. He must be fun to watch. Our daughter’s dog caught a rabbit in their yard once. My daughter was so upset.
I wouldn’t give a rabbit much of a change against a dog, but the hare is a pretty big critter. And they’re rapid. I think Finbar is probably too old to be able to run one down now. They can run as fast as a sighthound over a fair distance.
This is a great start absolutely so vivid 💜
Thank you! We’re off!
A lovely beginning. (K)
Thank you! I hope September will be as fruitful as August.
The hare in our yard gets in our hair, twitching her nose bold as brass as she eats our rose. 🙂
We’re lucky to have them 🙂
So true, since I’ve just added one in the children’s book I’m working on. 🙂
Don’t think of a midday roast, Jane! ***lol*** Michael