Poetry
— A 30-year-old beaver named Bucky critiques human behavior while explaining beaver life, from prehistoric ancestors to dam-building priorities.
— Night, oh night, the peace of night. Not like day, with lots of light. Night is dark, But you see the crescent mark. Which tends to be the moon, both...
— On the trees Sway pretty leaves, Flowers bloom As I look through my room. Here comes spring, Nature rings.
— A splash in the water, breaking the silence Before a second one follows. Carefully I step out, Directing my feet away from Elusive little gray Fish, darting to and fro,...
— A child walks in spring rain, observing flowers and feeling raindrops, remembering being small as the world seems to look back.
— A brief poem urging readers to look up and recognize how the world needs their help, emphasizing awareness and responsibility.
— In the woods You can see The smile of the trees The leaves are swaying The wind is blowing While we walk There’s a whole world ahead of you Come...
— Fragmented observations from a desk window capture April's blooming world through colors, birds, and flowers in stream-of-consciousness style.
— Transcript: Hello, and welcome to Poetry Soup! I’m your host, Emma Catherine Hoff. Today, I’ll be reading and talking about a poem by the great poet Mary Oliver, titled, “On...
— Spring is waking up I know And yet I’m not quite Sure For Sometimes In the Frosty-cold mornings Winter Sneaks back And plays Until Spring runs across The yard And...