And as it turns out, I rather enjoyed the process!
The instructor led us through imagery and writing down words of free associations pertaining to a month (or time of year), a place, and a color. Following are the poems I came up with that night:
Mid Winter Evening
Smell the wine,
deep burgundy liquid
in a sparkling glass.
Scents of smoky berries
captured from hot summer days.
See the bare trees,
dark branches against an indigo sky
outside the window.
Gone are the leaves
That will again appear.
Feel the heat,
the orange crackling flames
coming from the wood.
Fire
bringing life.
Listen to the wind chimes,
forgotten
from summer.
Tinkles of music
bringing a smile.
Imagery inspired by a place—
Once near Union Creek,
on a crisp autumn day
the Douglas firs
whispered in the breeze.
An eagle flew overhead,
back towards its nest
with a salmon from the river
clutched in its claws.
Go into the café,
for a sandwich and iced tea.
the rustic wood of the booth
feels smooth as you slide in.
The power is out,
order something
that doesn’t require heat. (okay, admittedly this one could use some work!)
Teal is…
The color of secrets
You tell your closest friend.
The feeling of calm, on an autumn morning
When you sip hot green tea
With a drip of honey.
A walk through the woods
With your trusted pet
Ambling along by your side.
The sound of jazz, drifting over the hill
Saxophone and bass
And drums sounding lightly.
Sunny days, when you’re feeling
The courage to be you
And the knife of anxiety
Kindly wanders away.
The sharp scent of rosemary
Pressed between your fingers
Hinting of promise
You will be okay.
