Of the living gymnosperms the conifers — pine, cedar, spruce, fir and redwood trees — are the most successful biologically. The needle-like leaves of these evergreens are well adapted to withstand hot summers, cold winters and the mechanical abrasion of storms. ~Claude Alvin Villee, Jr., American biologist and long-time teacher, Harvard University
Check up on my
Tiny Tree after
A bitter snowstorm is
A myst’ry, but I did and
Voila! As you can plainly see,
He (or she) is growing and thriving
And celebrating its second birthday!
Tiny Tree is an Eastern Juniper.
Also known as red cedar, this tree
Measures forty-eight inches tall!
Who’d have given it a chance
To survive in such a
Ground lies its
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To the sky
So I can reach
Something good to eat.
This green thing looks okay.
It’s not what I’d like, but it
Will have to do because I am
So very hungry and I don’t see
Anything else the lady has put out.
It’s raining and I have to wonder why
This lady has a camera on me.
Doesn’t she have anything else
To do with her time than click
At me when I’m hiding
Here beneath this bush,
Trying to stay
Oh so dry
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If nothing ever changed, there’d be no butterflies. ~Author unknown
Some nasty weeds
The yard men ignored,
I saw a fluttering
From the corner of my eye.
Looking closer, I saw it was
A gorgeous butterfly of unknown
Species, resting on the rocks below me.
Silly woman, pointing her phone at me!
Has she never seen a butterfly?
Well, then, I’m a Red Admiral —
Quite common really if you
Would keep your eyes open.
Monarchs get all the
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I wish you enough good memories to see you through the bad times. ~Pam Brown, Australian poet
Dallas, April 2015
Soul Dog Dallas, and
I guess I always will.
Two years now. You departed
Right as the Pandemic began,
Leaving me sad and broken-hearted.
At last you’re free from pain and misery.
Time really has helped me process the grief
Of your passing, and I must admit
So has the arrival of a
New Sheltie puppy, Monkey.
He’s not you, nor will he
Ever be, but still
It helps to have
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Happiness is a warm puppy. ~Charles M. Schulz, American cartoonist and creator of the Peanuts comic strip
One day you’re
A little pup —
Weak, needy, clingy.
And then I blink my eyes.
You’re all grown up. Beautiful,
Full of energy and ready
To take on the world (or your back yard)
You’ve become a lean, mean, Sheltie machine!
Experts say you’re fully grown at one year;
However, I’ve learned that it takes more
Than twelve months to grow a Sheltie.
You still need to learn to mind
And never poop indoors.
Now please settle down
And take a nap
So I can
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It takes hands to build a house, but only hearts can build a home. ~Author unknown
All day long.
Dreaming of the past,
When I was loved. Needed.
When I kept a family safe
From storms, robbers, and other ills.
Love and laughter filled my rooms, and I
Felt secure in fulfilling my purpose.
Now my family’s gone, and I sit alone.
My lawn untended; my paint peeling,
Grass in cracks, weeds overflowing.
Who will fix me up again?
Will someone please buy me?
Will someone love me?
I can give much!
Don’t let me
Note: Monkey and I pass this ranch-style house on our morning walks, and it never fails to sadden me. I hear the elderly owner passed away several years ago, long after his wife had died and their kids went to live out of state. A daughter came to look over (and, I assume, take what she wanted) after his death, but she hasn’t been back since. There’s no For Sale sign outside. This poem is a Double Etheree.
Though we travel the world over to find the beautiful, we must carry it with us or we find it not. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson, American essayist and poet
Outlines their veins,
Bestows a beauty
Gone since they turned color
Earlier in the season.
Something sad about the Autumn
When trees become bare and look like sticks.
As they prepare to rest for several months.
Don’t cry because leaves are not here today.
They served a purpose and now they’re gone.
Nestled together on the ground,
Sheltering grass and insects,
Enhancing the landscape.
Of life —
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It is not the mountain we conquer but ourselves. ~Edmund Hillary, explorer, mountaineer, and one of two climbers confirmed to reach the top of Mount Everest first
Put one word down
and then another
until you reach the end,
confident along the way
that you’ve written the best story
you can under the circumstances.
And won’t it feel great to finally finish?
Staring at a screen, forsaking playtime.
Growing a novel isn’t easy.
Maybe that’s why others don’t try.
Stop complaining and fretting!
Tackle the task at hand.
Watch the word count grow
as you write scenes
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Trust your hunches. They’re usually based on facts filed away just below the conscious level. ~ Joyce Brothers, American psychologist
Waiting for the other shoe to drop perhaps?
to be so
suggestions and gimmicks
designed to show me that you
aren’t the Mean Girl I fear you are,
that you have my best interests at heart
and there’s no way you’d ever bring me harm.
Why, then, do I lie awake pondering?
Why, then, are my dreams tormenting me?
Why do I wake up shivering,
my heart pounding, out of breath?
Wait, now I remember —
I’ve been here before.
is at hand,
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