Author Archives: elainereardon

About elainereardon

Poet, writer, gardener, herbalist, beginner artist- pottery, painting—communing with Spirits of the Forest and Field, bumping into magic, peeking around new corners.


  This is another poem that was first published in the sleep health journal published at Sleepy Head Journal      Dreams                                    … Continue reading

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Warwick Winter Writing Wednesdays: January 30-February 27

I hope some of you that live close by can make this! It’ll be fun, creative, and low key. We’ll sip tea and share the evening. I’ll open the library and put on the teapot at 6:15. Welcome! The Warwick … Continue reading

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Go To Sleep, Now

To Sleep, perchance to dream, Continue reading

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Cold Starlit Nights

      Getting used to something I’ve gotten used to the sounds deep in a winter night, the loud crack of ice from the brook, a sharp ping of the wood stove reaching some new temperature, muffled tumbles of … Continue reading

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Happy New Year

It’s New Year’s Eve afternoon and I sit here at my kitchen table while the woodstove warms  I I think back on 2018, and all of the people I have met from the places I visited like Ireland,  and New … Continue reading

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Take Joy

      We dwell each day in darkness longer than light. Soon, little by little, the light returns. The sun doesn’t clear the tall hemlocks until 9:15 am. It’s below the trees by one pm, so the shadows begin … Continue reading

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Readers Response– What is Precious

This response is from Sharon Harmon, of Royalston MA. Thank you, Sharon.                                                       LITTLE … Continue reading

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Readers Respond– What is Precious

I’ve asked readers to respond to my What is Precious posting.  This is the first response. I look forward to sharing more stories from all of you from all parts of the world.  This response comes from Dorothy, in Western … Continue reading

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what becomes precious

One artifact that I brought out of childhood into my current age is a maple three drawer bureau. My parents took me to the furniture store, our first shopping expedition together. When they chose this bureau I was disappointed, but … Continue reading

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