I hold in my hand a mini-chapbook of poems by fellow blogger and poet, Ken Gierke. Ken’s passion for nature shines through his words. He inhabits places, one by one, and by the time you’ve finished reading, you feel like you’ve been there. And who is to say you haven’t. Learn more about this mini-chapbook…
Category: nature
dVerse — Haibun Monday — Winter with February 5, 2022 video update
Every year on inland lakes and ponds in Michigan, hardy souls walk out onto the ice, auger holes into it, and drop fishing lines, hoping to catch enough pan fish to feed their families dinner. Just as many go out onto the ice for fresh air and the comraderie of kindred spirits. In years gone…
dVerse — OLN 309 — winter haiku
cold brick notice brings a smile to rosy cheeks boots crunch snow to lake summer spirits empty winter pavilion smell of wood smoke bare trees stand, still winter benches brushed with snow along frozen lake straight steps soon turn away from the cloudy sun cold hands, warm heater Out and about on errands today, I…
Word Garden Word List #11 (“A Ted Hughes Bestiary”)
Hatched from zodiac of needles and razors, talons and beaks of solely murderous pretense, feathered non-sophists soar thunder vapors; lofty cheesecake stars in post-holiday snaps but if inquisition were curious to know, not only chain-toppers but riflers of rubbish, and theft; opportune scavengers, symbols, screaming their credo in glittered looting arrogance: greed is good. image…
dVerse — Quadrille 144 — Snow Birds
Matters not hue nor contour, when winter’s crystal flies and frosts the trees birds’ feathers shiver large to puff into warm coat fluff. Arranged in tacit, ordered array, clawed stoics cling to chill branches until called to trapeze feeders atwist in arctic breeze. Merril is today’s host for dVerse’ Quadrille Monday. Merril says: Use shiver–or…
dVerse — She Lobo
image link I see the hum as a wolf, always present, always supportive, always ready to run. She comes to me, she of rough shaggy coat. Solid shoulders, paws anchored to the ground. She sits and watches me with eyes like bonfires. Her head tilts with my expressions and when she hears my voice as…
Oh, the weather outside is frightful — bluebird of bitterness
It’s not quite this bad here yet. We do have a weather advisory going on and it’s falling pretty heavy out there now. Please I hope it doesn’t get as bad as The Great Blizzard of 1978, that I remember well.
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