Backyard bushes, green and flowering in warm weather, become gray, drab sprigs in the winter. The birds don’t mind. When moonlight silvers the yard, they crowd deep into the thick twigs, twittering and chirping, discussing the day’s happenings, content to be hidden by darkness and their stubbly cover. A few wild, forest creatures slip into […]
Oct 1, 2023
October and Its Mysteries
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You October people chose a wonderful month to be born. It’s a golden month, with the fragrance of apples and chrysanthemums, the time of harvest and tucking in of plants and insects readying for a winter’s sleep. Your birthstone is the fabled opal. Read about it. It has a fascinating history. And, of course, your […]
Sep 25, 2023
Fog
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It’s foggy this morning with heavy fog warnings. So, I’m re-posting a fog poem from a few years back. Foggy Fracas The door swung softly open, And, swirling soundlessly, Many misty visitors Soon encircled me. My silent guests seemed sullen, Swathed in dripping gowns; They fixed their watery eyes on me And frowned their dripping […]
Feb 20, 2023
The Mysterious Stranger
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He moves on four white, silent feet along my neighbor’s sidewalk, this quiet, watchful newcomer. He sits on the porch a while, thinking about things. Where did he come from? Where is he going? Is he just out for a morning stroll or is he on a mission? Cats are secret, mysterious creatures. They keep their […]
Nov 29, 2022
The Discovery
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Agnes descended step after slow step, gripping the side railing. Clara had a death grip on the back of Agnes’ shirt. Maybelle’s miserable howl sounded closer. Reaching the bottom, she shone her light around the basement. Where had the two animals gone? They had seemingly vanished. She shivered. It was cold down here and […]
Oct 31, 2022
Unexplained and Mysterious
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Street lights are blurred and uncertain; familiar sights are alien beings. Swirling with misty fingers, fog lies across the town. Fenceposts, half in, half out of sight, seem to float. Dampness beads mailbox and leaves. This is a mysterious landscape in which nothing seems to be real. All is hushed and waiting. What crouches here, […]
