Archive for the 'Poetry & Verse' Category

The Season of the Ravens

Thursday, November 29th, 2007

‘Corvus Moon’- copyright Durwood Coffey
“…the raven is big, black, and beautiful. Its highly glossed plumage shows iridescent greens, blues, and purples, shining like a black dewdrop in the light. And it dives and rolls like a black thunderbolt out of the sky or speeds along with liquid, gliding strokes. The raven is the paragon of […]

I Pray to the Birds

Thursday, November 22nd, 2007

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I awoke to a beautiful dusting of snow this morning- not our first, but the heaviest thus far. As my hubby went about the business of preparing our Thanksigiving dinner. my thoughts were with my friend Karen, a friend I’ve known since grade school.. and her dear mother, Loretta. Last […]

The Girl with Kaleidoscope Eyes

Tuesday, October 2nd, 2007

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Picture yourself in a boat on a river,
With tangerine trees and marmalade skies
Somebody calls you, you answer quite slowly,
A girl with kaleidoscope eyes.
Cellophane flowers of yellow and green,
Towering over your head.
Look for the girl with the sun in her eyes,
And she’s gone.
Lennon/McCartney
Ome of my aides raises and breeds peacocks- both green and […]

Rasberry Feathers

Monday, October 1st, 2007

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Dipped in rasberry, your colors so bright..
A shy little finch, Phoebe jumps and then you take flight.
But you’ll return again, and stay with the snow..
We enjoy you all year. with plumage that glows.
~C. Mead
This has been a banner year for Purple Finch at our home. The’re a skittish bird, but if […]

Touch the Earth

Sunday, September 23rd, 2007

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‘We first knew you a feeble plant which wanted a little earth whereon to grow. We gave it to you, and afterward, where we could have trod you; under our feet, we watered and protected you; and now you have grown to be a mighty tree, whos top replaces the clouds […]

Among the Tamaracks

Sunday, September 16th, 2007

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As leaves tumble down with trees growing bare
A clear stong voice rings through the brisk air..
With your crest held high and your colors so bright
A single Northern Cardinal.. such sheer deliglt.
~C. Mead