by Catherine Johnson @CatherinePoet
Hot spring
Bird’s feet casserole.
Kiwi fog
“That must be early morning fog cause my feet aren’t burning, are yours?”
“Nah!”
“Nah!”
The stream swallowed up the sun and escaped through the bushes.
The sleeping giant’s hairy nose twitched
as a delicious smell wafted by. (I seem to have read waft everywhere this week and now I’m writing it. It’s the week of the waft!)
Have any poems wafted into your minds looking at these pictures?
With silver coils and shimmering shroud,
what is that wafting through this caw convention
on this fine meandering Monday?
Mist on high in a deserted land?
A mystery of days gone by?
or the whiff of a new dawn?
Pray tell.
copyright of us lot 
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Your post wafted by in my inbox.
Brilliant, Stacy
Beautiful pictures and excellent metaphors. I’m still in a fog, so no metaphors from me
Love the puns today
I will use that word, “waft,” in a post this week too! Fun post!
Oh cool! Shall we have whiff next week lol?
We shall!
As always I am distracted by your pretty pictures to think up anything!
lol…. these pics are very cool. Did you take them?
Mist on high,
Deserted land
Mystery of days gone by
I like those, Diane. Yes I took them in NZ, the last one is from Taupo but it reminds me off a rock we passed in Aus. I hope I didn’t label my photos wrong, me and geography
Caw convention
silver coils
shimmering shroud
Ooh, me like!
I love Mondays thanks to you!
Awh, that’s the cutest thing, you’ll have me in tears. I had to walk away from Hannah on her first day and the last thing I saw was a single tear fall to the ground.
Now you’ve got me crying!
Awh, sorry Julie
Looks like all the tears invited the rain! Yay!
I take it it’s been dry for a while then?
Forgotten that sweet smell of moisture on the soil!
Ooh very poetic – enjoy the rain!
Meandering Mondays!
Today certainly has meandered, Joanna! Unfortunately to the dentist.
Waft sounds like a speech impediment type of word hahahaa!
Love your photos, especially the mist – IF you need worry-free photos please go here
http://www.morguefile.com/ They have a perfectly safe free section where ordinary people and photographers share their shots.
Thanks so much, Leslie. I checked one site and it seemed high maintenance. Thanks a lot!
“The standing army goes green” (from the last pic)
They do look ready for battle, don’t they? Nice one, Erik.
Maybe not metaphors…but some fun with words?
Many mini-markings made by immobile marshmallow mounds
Rindle-river running rivulets
Yeti
There was a piney, mountain-hat perched upon the land
Its misty, cloudy, foggy brim was nothing less than grand.
Who would wear such hat you say, curious for sure.
Well there’s a Yeti underneath who keeps himself obscure!
You wouldn’t really know it’s him, with such a wise disguise
Only sporting bushy brows and hiding Yeti eyes.
But if he ever shows himself, panic will ensue
They’ll take his piney, mountain-hat and put him in a zoo!
~Penny Klostermann
Wow Penny! Standing ovation for that blinder of a poem. Now go send it to Highlights
You rock the rhyme!
Catherine, you have such a gift for poetry. My mind just isn’t going in that direction these days!
Awh thanks Lynn. It’s pretty newly discovered so it’s still lots of fun.