Monthly Archives: November 2017

December in the South

  St. Augustine Beach I’m usually in New England when December begins. This year it’s  snowed just enough for us to be sure we are winter-ready. However, I find that I’ve adjusted quickly to 65-80 degree days in Florida. I’ve … Continue reading

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Thanks to Paddock Review at Finishing Line Press

The Paddock Review featuring A Poem by Elaine Reardon: http://paddockreview.com/2017/11/26/a-poem-by-elaine-reardon/  

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Burrow into November

Field, forest, and sea sink into longer times of darkness. By late afternoon the sun sends thin slits of light through branches. There is hoar frost each morning. Snakes, worms, bears and frogs all burrow in deeper, as I do … Continue reading

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Thanks to Naturewriting.com

I’ve a poem. just published today at naturewriting.com. Thank you Ron Harton!

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Thanks to Mused

A thank you to Lisa Shea, for publishing my poem at the ‘just  published ‘ review today. http://www.bellaonline.com/review/issues/fall2017/p006.html   Island Inn, Monhegan Island ME

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Doe, A Deer, A Female Deer: The Spirit of Mother Christmas

An insightful, rich read as we go into winter. Gather Victoria Oh wondrous headed doe… Amongst its horns it carries the light of the blessed sun…” Hungarian Christmas Folk Song Long before Santa charioted his flying steeds across our mythical … Continue reading

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November

New England November Tail end of autumn the in-between time bare maples branches dry leaves scuttle A young bear pushes his nose into heaped up leaves poking through for acorns coyotes howl late afternoon once twilight falls barred owls call … Continue reading

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November in New England

New England November Tail end of autumn the in-between time bare maples branches dry leaves scuttle A young bear pushes his nose into heaped up leaves poking through for acorns coyotes howl late afternoon once twilight falls barred owls call … Continue reading

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