Poems and Essays

14
Apr

Wood Violets by Shelly Lyons ………… North Carolina

last summer I rescued  these babies from a bed I was being paid to weed, which once again perplexed me-  how could someone consider these beauties weeds?  not want green hearts and  purple flowers in her bed of catnip and irises under the pink crepe myrtle?  I brought them home thrown haphazardly into  my 5-gallon […]

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25
Mar

The Empty Niche Syndrome by Carol ………. Pennsylvania

Long ago, somewhere in the eastern deciduous forests, the elements necessary to produce new plant species “realized” that, if they could just manage to grow, blossom, and set seed quickly enough, they could take advantage of several crucial things: the abundant sunshine that reaches the forest floor before the trees leaf out; the plentiful rains […]

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12
Mar

The Refreshing of Gifts of Nature by Judy ……. Illinois

I find the refreshing gifts of nature so helpful.  Going to the porch and sitting out there in the sunshine, looking into the trees – especially the arborvitae now and in any season, and gazing at blooming trees and seeing their contrasts.  Listening to the birds, appreciating the ever-changing sky, taking time to daydream, stretch, […]

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06
Mar

Science Shows Birding is Good for Us! by Rachel ………. Oregon

Note from Linda:  This essay is written by Rachel White, a board member of Friends of Malheur National Wildlife Refuge (FOMR) – Malheur is in eastern Oregon.  Paul and Carol from Pennsylvania sent it to me writing that they had visited Malheur, enjoyed the refuge, signed up for their newsletter, and look forward to reading […]

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03
Mar

Great Backyard Bird Count – journal page by Susan …………… IL

Note from Linda:  What about keeping a journal?  A diary?  A notebook?  Is this something you want to do?  Explore your connections to nature?  Record your feelings, your emotions?  Susan from central Illinois is sharing her latest journal page with all of us and giving us something to think about. There are several things I […]

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14
Feb

An untitled poem. Sent to me by Susannah ………. Washington

Stress hooks its claws into the brain creating false truths and unreal realities to confuse, to assault, to breaking point There’s no refuge in the past or future The only answer? Breathe. When thoughts spiral out of control like a jet plane on a fatal collision course there’s no respite and no saving grace. When […]

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