Category Archives: Seasons

WHAT I SEE NOW AND IN THE TIME TO COME

Posted on January 3, 2026 by elainedanforth

A New Year ushered in.Gray and bright,still wet with rain,and rearrangedwith puffs of wind. Some trees laid bare,while some plantshere and thereare dressedin springy flower. And days begin to stretch,if only just a little bit, and shift the workings of … Continue reading →

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STOPPING BY SANDCASTLE ON A LATE SUMMER DAY

Posted on August 27, 2025 by elainedanforth

Stopping by sandcastle on a late summer’s day– neat towers firm-packed with pails and decked with tiny shells a seagrass-filled ditch denoting moat, a constructed citadel methinks by little lasses swimsuits, blond tresses who sit with their adults upshore several … Continue reading →

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A NOTE OF SUN, A NOTE OF GRAY

Posted on August 23, 2025 by elainedanforth

I. Quite a nice thing to notehow wonderful it can beto liveon an ordinary sunny morning. II. And when a cloak of graybedecks the skythere is a pleasant softnessto my contemplativemorning eye, A respite from sharp bright and heat,that, on … Continue reading →

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THIS SUMMER’S DAY

Posted on June 29, 2025 by elainedanforth

This summer’s dayis sweet, soft and warm. I am tempted to tell,to foolmyselfthat it will last,and will not prove ephermeral, and thatnever again will I seenor feela wind-whipping,havoc- and chaos-wreaking storm. And,whetherthat is unusual or not,I cannot say. Perhaps, at … Continue reading →

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FROM CANYON’S BOTTOM, OPPORTUNITIES FOR CLIMBING

Posted on May 18, 2025 by elainedanforth

Living at a canyon’s bottomleaves many openings for climbing. . . Yet,some days, when rushing torrents’wind-whipped water flows,life can feel boxed in and slippery, treacherous,though all the movement leaves not enough pausefor things to fester and become rotten. Or can … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetic Musing (Longer Poems), Poetry, Winter | Tagged Low point, Rain, Rushing stream, Torrents, Treacherous Terrain, Wind | Leave a comment

I CAN’T HOLD BACK

Posted on March 29, 2025 by elainedanforth

I can’t hold backthe spring leaves that want to“leaf out”as I heard it called in one news story lately. And the trees and the plants, they surely are a-leafing,if I approve or nay. So wildso strongso fast. . . so … Continue reading →

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RENEWAL AND REDEMPTION: OBSERVABLE FACTS

Posted on March 27, 2025 by elainedanforth

Look around, as the world renews this time of year– look there!,Up to sky and treeand down to stream and ground, listento the spring’s strong soundsof birds and breeze, breathe inher fragrant smells,and taste the cool warmth of the air, ingestthe … Continue reading →

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THE LITTLE, FIVE-PETALED BLOSSOMS OF PLUM

Posted on March 11, 2025 by elainedanforth

The little,five-petaledblossoms of plum. . . Day by day,or perhapsunobserved by meby segue quicker,from sometimespreviously unseen, tight, dark red buds,one by one,slow but sure,out they come. I guess I must havemissed a lot,not looking every hour, minuteor tiny time jot, … Continue reading →

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SUN UP, A STREAM OF CLOUDS BLOWS BY

Posted on February 24, 2025 by elainedanforth

Sometimes the sun is upand a stream of cloudsreflects its rays,as those clouds–some,luminous and puffy–others ,subdued as see-through watercolor paintspilled across a swath of sky,they all blow coolly by, peek-a-booing twixt the swayof broad, lush, long-needled branchesof a row of … Continue reading →

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CAN I RUB TWO WORDS TOGETHER?

Posted on February 6, 2025 by elainedanforth

It is my way,but right now,this very second and hour,Can I rub two words together? Has today’s return of sun,after yesterday’s dark, cold and drenching rain,warmed enough for forming strings of words,in the world of my internal weather? Will I … Continue reading →

Posted in Medium Length Poems, Poetry, Winter | Tagged Calling someone, Company, Expression, Solitude, Winter | Leave a comment