Tagged nature poem

G EMIL REUTER

Winter Doldrums on Sabbatical It is the last Sunday of January in a winter that has been brutally cold. After a week of worry you call to say the birds have returned to the feeders. A purple finch, mourning dove sparrows are feeding again. On schedule the thaw has arrived, temperature has risen to 55…

JOHN GREY

Nature, It’s Time For Your Close Up I have an addiction to wildflowers. The bud I sniff, the petals I fondle, are my caffeine. More than an addiction. I’m outright jealous of the stamen that bolsters such beguiling beauty. Yes, there are times I’d prefer to be one of many in this cluster, the spinal…