As I picnicked beside the stream below the arch,
I waited like a heron waits for tiny fish and frogs.
I hoped if I watched carefully enough children
with their rippled giggling reflection
might appear just long enough for me to capture
a glimpse of early summer’s promise.
Carol Carlisle
Oh Jeez! I ment to tell you about this picture and suggest a prompt, instead I wrote a poem of my own. Well I hope you are still inspired to peak though the arch and come up with your own ideas. I wonder if there is an arching poetry form? I’ll look for one and you look too, who ever finds it first wins. Oh that sounds like a fun summer game!
Please feel free to share what captures your imagination here.














