Monthly Archives: November 2017

December in the South

Posted on November 30, 2017 by

  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 →

Posted in December, Florida, nature, Poems | Tagged

Thanks to Paddock Review at Finishing Line Press

Posted on November 26, 2017 by

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

Posted in Poems

Burrow into November

Posted on November 15, 2017 by

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 →

Posted in ancient sites, Ireland, magic, Poems, poetry November, seasonal celebrations

Thanks to Naturewriting.com

Posted on November 13, 2017 by

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

Posted in Poems

Thanks to Mused

Posted on November 7, 2017 by

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

Posted in Poems

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

Posted on November 3, 2017 by

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 →

Posted in Poems

November

Posted on November 1, 2017 by

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 →

Posted in Poems

November in New England

Posted on November 1, 2017 by

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 →

Posted in Poems