A curious seagull Down at the shore Slowly strutted over And was hard to ignore Did he stop to eavesdrop Or did he have something to say Was he merely hoping To share a doughboy that day It was probably the food It usually is The curious seagull Thought the doughboy was his But his… Read More Curious Seagull
The snow is coming Or so they say, “Maybe tomorrow, Or another day.” A calculated guess Is as good as it gets When the meteorologist says, “You may just get wet!” Sun, rain, or snow “There’s a chance of black ice!” A little more certainty Sure would be nice But unpredictability Is what New Englanders… Read More A Calculated Guess
Ocean is calling To sons and daughters It’s time to return To salty water Where toes are warmed In sun-drenched sand And castles are built By creative hands Cleansed and cooled By the rising tide Where schools of fishes Gather, swim, and hide From sons and daughters Who’ve come to play In the salty water… Read More Salty Water
Instead of flying south Puff up your feathers In the everchanging New England weather ~ Whether a duckling Or a goose who’s old A merry heart Stays warm in the cold ~ Enduring through The harshest wintry freeze Until spring comes in As the gentlest breeze ~ Warming the metal ‘til it spins with ease
Whispering winds So soft and so sweet Lull the leaves And plume grass to sleep ~ To dream of autumn’s Shortening days With crisp fall nights To set the leaves ablaze ~ Matching the color Of the setting sun With an orange glow Dusk has begun ~ The transition from day To the dark of… Read More Luminescent
Change happens slowly But just wait and see How beautifully sweet The harvest will be
The beach is free Of sandy feet It’s swept and clean Of trash and debris; From summer visitors Who fail to keep The beach they visit Litter-free; It’s a place where wildlife Live and feed A spot where many Return to breed; As a welcomed guest Please respect their home And pick-up all litter While… Read More Litter-Free
Though Halloween’s over There’s still treats to be had The sweet taste of pumpkin Drives the squirrels mad; They nibble and gnaw Through poor Jack O’s face Until his once toothy grin Is but a hole to escape; These furry scavengers Love to eat and run Making each meal a bit Of mischievous fun
Pause a moment There’s beauty to be seen It’s there but a second Before falling from trees; Swept up by wind Leaves drift away Before frost can seal them In the icy grave; Pause a moment Won’t you, please? Before the splendor of autumn Fades into snow covered trees
Stuck in A summer that was But reaching For a season still to come; Half and half Soon will be A vibrantly colored Autumn tree
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