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Scent of Salmon

Scent of Salmon

Poetry Friday.   Chinook The scent of salmon lingers. Creek waters ripple over smooth stones. Cedar and moss fill the air. At dusk, near water’s edge, bears feast. While snow covers the ground, eggs wait in nesting pockets. Winter turns to spring and in gravelly...
Poets Paint

Poets Paint

Poetry Friday. Poets paint with words Words form images my eyes can’t see breathe my thoughts to life and nourish my soul Words sing tunes I’ve not learned dance strange rhythms in my feet and pierce ignorance with light Words wrap ’round me like a...
Celebrating #NPM2018

Celebrating #NPM2018

Poetry Friday.   Today… I sat at my desk wond’ring What happened to spring? Winter claimed a late fling And… Just when I thought spring had arrived, with a bling summer came on its wing Or has it? -Alice Nine   .       I have been delighting in our...

Staying on Task

Slice of Life. Our temps reached 57 today before the sun began to sink. I’ve noticed evening light is lingering longer and the sun isn’t tracking so low in our southern sky. Dare I believe that winter is behind us?  With the warmer weather and sunny hours,...
Last Day of School

Last Day of School

Poetry Friday. During the next few weeks, schools will be closing for summer vacation. As a tribute to teachers everywhere, I share Mattie Stepanek’s poem– written when he was eight years old. May it bring you a few chuckles even as it has me. Not Quite...
The Gossip of SOL17

The Gossip of SOL17

Slice of Life March Challenge. No. 30. On my post yesterday Kevin (aka dogtrax) threw out a challenge in the his comment, and I took him up on it . . . in a way.  This morning I gathered 112 blog names from Slicers who had posted for the 29th day on Two Writing...