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Poem from Loretta

A poem about robins

A Poem by Loretta Strharsky Yesterday’s snow painted the sturdy chokecherry branches with careful strokes working its way across the...

a poem about flowers and dying

wishing on a star

A poem

A poem about Bryce Canyon by Loretta Strharsky

I wasted twenty-three minutes studying the lilacs, waiting for them to open. I knew it was much too early, a bit too cold and overcast...

I am tired of smatterings

Tracy York Early Spring, and the woods are brown. Just various shades of faded brown and beige. I journey through these woods daily as...

A poem of the passing seasons

A few weeks of tantalizing anticipation is well worth the wait.

However, the sign dictates: Watch out for Mountain Lions

A poem by Amie Brodie The winter sun comes peeping Sideways through my windows, Too ashamed to really show her face, And she should be,...

A chilly night did not keep her in. Wrapped in her favorite tattered red jacket Her blanket adorned with screened images of the National...

Posted on October 26, 2020 by William Everett William J. Everett's Blog Hidden on the mountainsides of Appalachia lives beneath majestic...

Loretta Strharsky I think this year I missed spring There must have been tulips And daffodils And a plethora of lilacs There must have...

Staff Poet: Loretta Strharsky - Boomer - Fort Collins, Colorado The pieces of creamy clouds kept cradling that moon. You know the one....

Loretta Strharsky - Boomer - Staff Poet - Fort Collins A day of remembrance, of thankfulness, of reflection. We will not let our fear...

Guest Blogger: Loretta Strharsky Photo: Harry Strharsky We are surrounded by visions of the earth before us, whether we pause in awe...