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Winter Haiku

Sugar on the trees.

I search for spring in the wind.

It is not here yet.

Posted byadelenagyJanuary 24, 2023Posted inbird watchingTags:Haiku, nature, poetry, winterLeave a comment on Winter Haiku

The Fox

Oh friendly fleeing fox; who made a mad dash in front of our school bus to a little patch of remaining woods.

How excited the children were to see a wild animal up close.

Where will you go, when even those woods, are obliterated and a new housing complex, or strip mall springs up?

Posted byadelenagyNovember 19, 2022Posted inbird watchingTags:foxes, nature, poetryLeave a comment on The Fox

Frosty November Morning

Oh frosty November morning! Where will we get the warmth that will carry us through till spring?

Posted byadelenagyNovember 16, 2022November 16, 2022Posted inbird watchingTags:nature, november, poetryLeave a comment on Frosty November Morning

Buttercups and Daisies

Buttercups and daisies, as far as the eye can see. That is what I saw this morning…what June brought to me.

Posted byadelenagyJune 1, 2022Posted inbird watchingTags:June, nature, poetry, wildflowersLeave a comment on Buttercups and Daisies

A Postcard from Spring

I recently received a postcard from Spring; I could almost feel her presence.

She said she missed me and she would be back soon.

Posted byadelenagyFebruary 3, 2022February 3, 2022Posted inbird watchingTags:groundhog day, nature, poetry, springLeave a comment on A Postcard from Spring

Oak Leaves

I saw an oak leaf on the ground. Its perfect shape was so unique and lovely. It made me happy.

I saw another oak leaf. It still had raindrops on it from the night before. It was beautiful.

Oak tree leaves close up.
Posted byadelenagySeptember 15, 2021Posted inbird watchingTags:leaves, nature, poetry, TreesLeave a comment on Oak Leaves

The Magic of Dusk

The American robin is the town crier. He announces the descending of the night.

He sings incessantly, sincerely, melodiously. He sings from the bottom of his heart.

All of a sudden, the meandering grey clouds slowly reveal the bright fingernail of a moon suspended over the darkened treetops.

Posted byadelenagyJune 15, 2021Posted inbird watchingTags:birds, nature, nature observations, poetry, prose poetry2 Comments on The Magic of Dusk
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