Quote For The Day
“Come, cuddle your head on my shoulder, dear, your head like the golden rod, and we will go sailing away from here to the beautiful Land of Nod.” Ella Wheeler […]
Category Archives: Poetry
Spring Farms
Life on a farm is hard work. It’s up at sunrise to feed and care for livestock, fields, crops and/or orchards. It goes all day because animals don’t clock off […]
Spring Storm Collage
It’s been storming with rain pelting down and wind howling. I can’t walk for long without getting drenched, so I hurried back to hearth with a cup of tea. And, […]
Spring Surprise
I want to surprise you with something different, a spring surprise. I’ve put together a gallery of photos of lakes that I’ve taken in the spring with a wonderful poem […]
Spring Bridge
An arc of steel girders and beams spanning over the Chicago River with a bridge tower. The Adams Street bridge is solid, steel and industrial yet hardly visible in between […]
Spring Squirrel
I’ll start the spring with a poem for the bushy-tailed tree climber that delighted me today. The Squirrel by John B. Tabb Who combs you, little Squirrel? And do you […]
Winter Solitude
Tucked up in a tree, a little bird sang to me breaking me out of my reverie. It blended in so well with branches, camouflaged by a bare tree that […]
Winter Wings
Mist seems to rise from the ground up to the cloudy sky on this cold, rainy winter day. Dampness cuts through the layers and penetrate the warmth of clothing. What […]
Winter Foggy Road
The snow has melted on the roads. It’s been replaced by a cold, misty fog covering everything in a shroud of gray. The trees are stark and bare in winter’s […]
Winter Trail
Late afternoon slides into early evening along a frost winter trail. The air turns colder as the sun sets, and I head for the warmth of hearth and hot cocoa. […]
Quote For The Week
“When we are touched by something it’s as if we’re being brushed by an angel’s wings.” Rita Dove, author, essayist and poet
Quote For The Week
“I saw the lovely arch of rainbow span the sky, the gold sun burning as the rain swept by.” Elizabeth Coatsworth, fiction writer and poet
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