Love Affair with a Shooting Star
I don’t remember when I first fell in love with the wildflower called Shooting Star (Primula sect. Dodecatheon). Back in the late 70s, my...
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All the Wonders
betharichardson
Feb 20, 20221 min read
The Great Backyard Bird Count
This weekend was "The Great Backyard Bird Count." I pulled out my binoculars, bird book, and piece of paper to write down all the birds I...
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betharichardson
Sep 14, 20211 min read
When the World Seems So Broken
Birds These mornings, when the world seems so broken, I skip the news and social media. Instead, I go outside and contemplate the sky ......
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betharichardson
Aug 22, 20211 min read
I Ate an Apple
Who can pass it by? A tree loaded with fresh fruit. Poor Eve. Not a chance.
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betharichardson
Jun 24, 20211 min read
A Message from a Rabbit
Each morning and evening The dog and I walk together Up or down the road. We startle a rabbit Somewhere along the way. The rabbit bounds...
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betharichardson
Nov 5, 20161 min read
Sunrise
Wondering what the sunrise will bring. A hint of pink And then, gone. Oh, so you will tease me This day. From the kitchen window I see a...
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betharichardson
Sep 16, 20161 min read
Hold on to Hope
I saw the moon setting As I drove to work Early this morning. It hung over the horizon, Round and orange, Its beauty suspended Over the...
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betharichardson
Aug 28, 20161 min read
I Come to the Water
I come to the water, Broken, Depleted, Full of sadness. By the shore, I set my burdens down And paddle away Into the still beauty of the...
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betharichardson
Apr 14, 20161 min read
A Clematis Love Story
For ten years I had broadcast love To the purple clematis Climbing the mailbox At Ace, the bird dog's house. I watched for it to sprout,...
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betharichardson
Apr 1, 20161 min read
This Tree
This tree, My companion In the front yard. You are the filter Through which I watch The winter sky. Sunrises, stars, The sliver of a moon...
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betharichardson
Mar 3, 20161 min read
The Seeds of a New Day
The early-morning light brushes the sky With gentle touches of color And the seeds of a new day are planted. Plant your beauty in us....
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betharichardson
Jan 23, 20161 min read
The Least of Creatures
I sit at the kitchen table, work, And watch the birds. I take a break and snap a picture. The snow has come And the birds have nothing to...
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betharichardson
Dec 13, 20151 min read
In the Quiet of the Morning
In the quiet of the morning I walk the dogs. Up and down the street we go. This day, the pre-dawn clouds Transform from gray to pink to...
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betharichardson
Nov 11, 20151 min read
I Heard the Wind
I heard the wind last night. All night it blew Like the Oklahoma wind of my childhood. The wind roars Power, Life. Don't stay in one...
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betharichardson
Nov 6, 20151 min read
November Rose
I walk by this rose in front of the chapel and then turn around to stand in front of it. This bloom calls to me. "I am here. See me."...
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betharichardson
Oct 25, 20151 min read
The Last Daisy
I walked by The last daisy bloom In the garden at work. No matter how I might resist, Change happens. Every day. The teachers say, Do not...
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betharichardson
Aug 19, 20151 min read
My Heart Lives in the Sky
My heart lives in you, sky. Dome of light, of darkness, Canvas of clouds and stars, Of swallows and eagles. My spirit soars in your...
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betharichardson
Aug 12, 20151 min read
To This Day
Oh, morning, we greet you with open arms, with open eyes and ears and hearts. Oh, morning, we welcome you, and all that may come, all we...
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betharichardson
Aug 3, 20151 min read
Bless to Me This Bobber
Bless to me this bobber This red and yellow bobber That floats in the water attached to my line. Bless to me this bobber And the...
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betharichardson
May 3, 20151 min read
The Color of Memory
I wait each spring, watching the buds grow on Grandpa's peony, flown from Oklahoma to Tennessee, tucked in a plastic grocery bag when I...
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