Tag: nature
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Join Me in the 50-Mile Walking Challenge
Fiddleheads & Floss Writing Services (FFWS) is taking on a challenge. For wellness, for fitness, and for a good cause! And by that…I mean ME. I’m doing it. The Nature Conservancy 50-Mile Challenge for June 2024 The Nature Conservancy has invited me via FaceBook to join The Nature Conservancy 50-mile walking challenge for June 2024…
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Horizons, a Free Verse Poem by Christina M. Ward
Horizons There is something unquestionablystrange about the horizon,always changing colors,shifting its edges.Someone is alwayson the other sidepulling it away. If I am lucky the lily pads willwelcome my soft steps.The waters will yield to my weight.The flowers will float asideand I will grab your fingersbefore you vanishinto the onwardbending of night. I am told I…
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Fiddleheads & Floss—Big Announcement!
Hello to you! There are some exciting things going on in the world of writing. Whether you are a reader or a writer or both, you likely know the power that words can have in our lives. Today, Fiddleheads & Floss Writing Services (aka—ME) has reached a milestone and I have you all to thank…
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Misunderstood (i have been a flower in a tree)
a free verse poem i have been a flower in a tree.i have been so high up, no one could seethe immeasurable me, the impetuous me the always, always superfluous me this is what happenswhen a tree has its leaves on upside down, when the roots don’t growunderground and the rain goes up instead of down…
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Wrangling the Snakes
NO Mr. Snake–you cannot eat my silkie babies! TRIGGER WARNING — snake pictures below. So this morning was exciting! I love wrangling the snakes away from our chicken pens. (Although I don’t like them being there.) This is our first snake this season which is pretty unusual. I thought I’d share the story, the video, and the…
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At Home Amongst These
a poem The squishy-cool green beneath my feetmeandering before me, a path between trees.The bright arms of the sun reaching down,fingers of light, bringing growth to the ground. I can no longer get lost this way. I have come again. I wander againthrough the moss-strewn aislein gripping fear and anxiety-laden… I know they’ll be lost if I wander…
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Hunger
a poem I had a vision.A pole; horizontal, unmoving.Suspended from it — carrionin varying stages of decomposition; One, freshly hungdrips its life blood freedrip…drip…drip… Another, rottingbegun, its surface writheswith maggots and flies. The third is rot-wornblack, a carcass shellor its former self. The three hanging there just out of reach, as are mostthings when you are hungry. A bear, standing on…
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Ladybug Journeys
a poem of a quiet afternoon A ladybug journeys up Hawkweed stem searching for another Dark-spotted red bug with which to fly high the ladybug labors on… A squirrel scampers through leaf litter and soil searching for another Nut she had buried some time ago Spring the squirrel labors on… Chickadee and titmouse nuthatch and goldfinch searching for another Black sunflower seed or millet or worm the…
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The Waters Run Clean Through Me
a poem about the North Carolina Mountains Deep in the North Carolina wood nestled between steep mountainous rises, a gorge, through which run waters, crisp and cool and clean. A bench waits there for my soul. The waters run clear, cross rock and moss, with dribbling sounds and meandering thoughts of the distant seas. The canopy hangs over. Shady oasis of quietude…
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Nectar Dreams
a poem about the tiny creatures we often miss Nectar Dreams Walking sticks, June bugs,Bumble bee, Wooly Bearsall came out to playand when the streetlights at last were litthe fireflies lit the way.The June bugs, in droves,in whispering swarmsslapped against our chestsemerald green-backed and shining,the airborne jewels in summer vests. Where have all the June bugs…
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