Migration High up in the sky last night, A promise winged its wedge-shaped flight; A promise of the seasons changing, Of nature’s landscape rearranging. Flying in a V formation, Looking for a new location, Wild geese flew through moonlit spaces Going to their winter places.
Oct 4, 2023
What’s In the Canebreak?
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Canebreak ABC’s Red ants, black ants marching all together, through a canebreak by the river in the lovely summer weather. Many-colored butterflies drift or dream or flit among tall stalks for the very fun of it. A caterpillar wriggles and a cricket creaks a song, surrounded by the river cane, thick and green and long. Dragonflies a-dazzle with […]
Sep 28, 2023
A Cozy Rhyme Time
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Cozy Sleuths Darcy and her mom, Flora is her name, never wanted fortune and never asked for fame, But, somehow, mysteries find them, in one way or another, and danger is the neighborhood of Darcy and her mother. A lovely, sunny Sunday in the magic month of May, finds them getting ready for their Decoration […]
Sep 27, 2023
I Wonder Sometimes–Do You?
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I met a former student and her mother coming out of a store here in town. I thought the mom looked familiar and when I saw the Oklahoma car tag, I asked if they were from Tahlequah. “Yes,” she answered. I told her my name and asked if she had a little girl in my […]
Sep 26, 2023
An Earful
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Life with Nemo is a learning situation. He is basically a very healthy little guy but, having said that, he has become well acquainted with his favorite veterinarian throughout his long life. Yesterday was another visit to the clinic. When I got back from a short out of town trip Saturday, I noticed Nemo’s right […]
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 […]
