Where is Your Wild Newborn 15 Oct 20209 Oct 2020 These days I celebrate each living thing the soft tuft of rabbit I see at dusk peeking from under the shed. The restless nestlings hatching in the bird house by…
Where is Your Wild Bergamot 14 Oct 202014 Oct 2020 Every mid-summer July blooms the wild bergamot. And in southeast Minnesota, it often is found a lot. The round flowers are lavender-ish pink. Come out to the prairie and see…
Where is Your Wild Visiting My Neighbors, The Sunflowers 14 Oct 202011 Oct 2020 Let us walk down the path whose silhouette can only be seen visible through encroaching weeds and overgrown grasses, brown from the summer’s heat At the end where the trail…
Nature… Dust on the Breeze 13 Oct 202013 Oct 2020 At this point, I'd really rather be a tree because then I could just be stuck, but free. I hear they spend no time at all talking, ‘agendarising’, And barely…
Nature… behavior in crisis 13 Oct 20209 Oct 2020 Poem by Ruth Mota Ruth Mota lives in the Santa Cruz Mountains of California where she writes poetry inspired by the wildlife around her. She enjoys facilitating poetry circles to…
Where is Your Wild A Song for Coincidence 12 Oct 202011 Oct 2020 Sue Blaustein is the author of “In the Field, Autobiography of an Inspector”. Her publication credits and bio can be found at www.sueblaustein.com. Sue retired from the Milwaukee Health Department…
Nature Poetry… Walking the Winter Woods 12 Oct 20208 Oct 2020 Poem by Deborah S. Prutzman This poem is part of a full-length poetry book called More Seasons at Sunrise Lane. Deborah’s books include an award-winning memoir of life in America…
Nature… Bombus Citrinus 11 Oct 202011 Oct 2020 A lemon cuckoo bumblebee On my garden fence, at rest. Her delicate wings, bold yellow vest Her name, evocative of honey Suggest a charming, benign creature - blossoms - a…
Where is Your Wild Earthing 11 Oct 202012 Oct 2020 Joann Renee Boswell is the author of Cosmic Pockets (Fernwood Press, 2020). Joann lives in Camas, WA with her partner and three children. She loves rainy days filled with coffee,…
Nature Photography… To the Swallow This Spring at the State Park’s Nest Box 11 Oct 20207 Oct 2020 I own nothing of you nor this leaf that shivers into a half-bud above the phlox and blue flax that burrow with me into this old winter grass. Yet…
Nature… Considering the Benignity of Clouds 10 Oct 202010 Oct 2020 There are clouds on the move to the end of their edges, close to the end of their own shapes. Frayed where nothing was woven, they unravel what no one…
Nature… Kindred Spirits 9 Oct 20206 Oct 2020 I woke from a bad dream to the sound of a buzz saw to discover the mangled corpse of chopped wood chunks and strewn branches, the remains of the beautiful tree that protected my balcony. The former golf…
Nature… Poison You I Will 9 Oct 20209 Oct 2020 Incognito is my specialty, Hidden among ordinary leafy greens, I wait for my prey to fall victim to me, I do not discriminate, but sporadically endure, For left unattended will…
Where is Your Wild Now 8 Oct 2020 Our sky remains blue. No scissored swallow cuts. No circling tawny wings of prey searching, waiting. Just blue. And the uncut field so very still as I shovel my boots…
Nature Poetry… Weed I Won’t Pull 8 Oct 20207 Oct 2020 Some hardship curved it into a green ampersand. Tendrils sprout along a resolute stem. I want to lean close, ask for some photoautotrophic wisdom. Listen to the soil's bacterial…
Where is Your Wild THE WINTER OF FEAST AND FIRE 7 Oct 2020 Poem by Jonathan Allen I am a 50-year old, who recently started writing a bunch of rhyming poems (the best kind?). I have three kids who are approximate teenagers,…
Nature… Woodland Whimsy 7 Oct 20207 Oct 2020 In the woodlands outside my window, There exists a wild stalk Growing six feet tall Leafy red and brown Brick-colored. The cardinals swoop-landed Atop and perched Bouncing up and down.…
Nature… Ars Poética 6 Oct 20205 Oct 2020 Life, stimulated, looms in love poems among biblical mention. Figs, the new symbol of civilization, each break ground, plants to guide the reader, offering impossible solutions so that we may…
Nature… The Walking Cure 5 Oct 20206 Oct 2020 Losing an arm wasn’t a problem, the Army told her. Look up the names: Horatio Nelson, Álvaro Obregón, Stonewall Jackson. All of them men, but never mind. There was a…
Where is Your Wild After an October Rain 5 Oct 20204 Oct 2020 Can you hear them tell us all to gather sonics slightly ahead of wind? Below the swan shapes a question with her satin neck. And white on white the lily…
Nature… Plain Song 4 Oct 20204 Oct 2020 A pair of doves roosting in the eaves perform a duet as I slip out of the house, just me floating down a cobblestoned alley in a small town in…
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