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Let your beak decide, does this spark joy? The tidying up method for birds. #nature #birdwatching

In Memorial – Barb Cranford, Poet Snowstorm, December 10 on the highway sirens groan deep in the woods the house is still sirens moans woodstove hums my house is still on Emily’s birthday woodstove purrs and snowplow drones on Dickinson’s birthday while I share this poem snowplows fade on the highway as I write myContinue reading “On Emily Dickinson’s Birthday”

I dream of a better tomorrow, where chickens can cross the road and not be questioned about their motives.

Sundown’s emberlight on crimson, burgundy, gold— bewitching beauty                —Deb Johnston

Covering the earth and filling the spread of the heaven,  As that powerful psalm in the night I heard from recesses,  Passing, I leave thee lilac with heart-shaped leaves,  I leave thee there in the door-yard, blooming, returning with spring.    —Walt Whitman An excerpt from Walt Whitman’s elegy to President Abraham Lincoln. It was Continue reading “When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom’d”

So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow,  But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below,  A heart whose love is innocent! -Lord Byron

 McMillan Marsh Sandhill Crane April, 2021

“Nature’s peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees.” —John Muir Happy Birthday John Muir. 

I followed the trail that led into the shadows of the dark woods. Once in, I waited near a rope, was handed spray for my limbs, then a flashlight beamed where to sit. I was transported— back to the turn of the century, no longer a tourist. A sailing rig became a working voyage, asContinue reading “TIME TRAVELER (Please support The Arts)”