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May 13th:
The Yellow Tulip
For weeks
it struggled
through the hard crust
of the spring earth
and a foot
of air
Just to be
scorched
by the sun
jolted
by raindrops
blasted
by the wind
But on this gentle
May morning
as it opens
yellow petals
to the sky
Nothing else matters
- George Swede
— May 13, 2026 10:22AM
The Yellow Tulip
For weeks
it struggled
through the hard crust
of the spring earth
and a foot
of air
Just to be
scorched
by the sun
jolted
by raindrops
blasted
by the wind
But on this gentle
May morning
as it opens
yellow petals
to the sky
Nothing else matters
- George Swede
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Nicky
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May 3rd:
New Day
The day is so new
you can hear it yawning,
listen:
The new day
is yawning
and stretching
and waiting to start.
In the clear blue sky
I hear the new day's heart
- Ian McMillan
— May 03, 2026 05:14AM
New Day
The day is so new
you can hear it yawning,
listen:
The new day
is yawning
and stretching
and waiting to start.
In the clear blue sky
I hear the new day's heart
- Ian McMillan
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April 24th:
Counting-out Rhyme
Silver bark of beech, and sallow
Bark of yellow birch and yellow
Twig of willow.
Stripe of green in moosewood maple,
Colour seen in leaf of apple,
Bark of popple.
Wood of popple pale as moonbeam,
Wood of oak for yoke and barn-beam,
Wood of hornbeam.
Silver bark of beech, and hollow
Stem of elder, tall and yellow
Twig of willow.
- Edna St. Vincent Millay
— Apr 24, 2026 02:03PM
Counting-out Rhyme
Silver bark of beech, and sallow
Bark of yellow birch and yellow
Twig of willow.
Stripe of green in moosewood maple,
Colour seen in leaf of apple,
Bark of popple.
Wood of popple pale as moonbeam,
Wood of oak for yoke and barn-beam,
Wood of hornbeam.
Silver bark of beech, and hollow
Stem of elder, tall and yellow
Twig of willow.
- Edna St. Vincent Millay
Nicky
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April 10th:
Riddle
Runs all day and never walks
Often murmurs, never talks.
It has a bed, but never sleeps;
It has a mouth but never eats.
- Anonymous
— Apr 10, 2026 02:12AM
Riddle
Runs all day and never walks
Often murmurs, never talks.
It has a bed, but never sleeps;
It has a mouth but never eats.
- Anonymous
Nicky
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March 29:
Froggie,
Froggie
Froggie, froggie.
Hoppity-hop!
When you get to the sea
You do not stop.
Plop!
- Anonymous
— Mar 29, 2026 09:43AM
Froggie,
Froggie
Froggie, froggie.
Hoppity-hop!
When you get to the sea
You do not stop.
Plop!
- Anonymous
Nicky
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March 13th (birthday poem):
Between the moon coming out
And the sun going in —
The red dragon-flies.
- Nikyu, translated by R.H. Blyth
— Mar 13, 2026 06:56AM
Between the moon coming out
And the sun going in —
The red dragon-flies.
- Nikyu, translated by R.H. Blyth
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March 8th: (Happy international women's day!)
Spring is coming, spring is coming,
Birdies, build your nest;
Weave together straw and feather,
Doing each your best!
Spring is coming, spring is coming,
Flowers are coming too;
Pansies, lilies, daffodillies
Now are coming through.
Spring is coming, spring is coming,
All around is fair;
Shimmer and quiver on the river,
Joy is everywhere.
- William Blake
— Mar 08, 2026 02:38PM
Spring is coming, spring is coming,
Birdies, build your nest;
Weave together straw and feather,
Doing each your best!
Spring is coming, spring is coming,
Flowers are coming too;
Pansies, lilies, daffodillies
Now are coming through.
Spring is coming, spring is coming,
All around is fair;
Shimmer and quiver on the river,
Joy is everywhere.
- William Blake
Nicky
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March 6th:
A Spike of Green
When I went out
The sun was hot,
It shone upon
My flower pot.
And there I saw
A spike of green
That no one else
Had ever seen!
On other days
The things I see
Are mostly old
Except for me.
But this green spike
So new and small
Had never yet
Been seen at all!
- Barbara Baker
— Mar 06, 2026 04:09AM
A Spike of Green
When I went out
The sun was hot,
It shone upon
My flower pot.
And there I saw
A spike of green
That no one else
Had ever seen!
On other days
The things I see
Are mostly old
Except for me.
But this green spike
So new and small
Had never yet
Been seen at all!
- Barbara Baker
Nicky
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February 26th:
Whether the weather be cold,
Or whether the weather be hot;
Whether the weather be fine,
Or whether the weather be not;
Whatever the weather
We'll weather the weather,
Whether we like it or not!
- Anonymous
— Feb 26, 2026 01:59PM
Whether the weather be cold,
Or whether the weather be hot;
Whether the weather be fine,
Or whether the weather be not;
Whatever the weather
We'll weather the weather,
Whether we like it or not!
- Anonymous
Nicky
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February 9th
Icy Morning Haiku:
On a frozen pond
a small dog is nervously
attempting to skate
Way up in the tree
a black cat grins with delight
watching and waiting
Beneath the clear ice
a big fish wonders if all
dogs walk on water
- James Carter
— Feb 09, 2026 02:16PM
Icy Morning Haiku:
On a frozen pond
a small dog is nervously
attempting to skate
Way up in the tree
a black cat grins with delight
watching and waiting
Beneath the clear ice
a big fish wonders if all
dogs walk on water
- James Carter
Nicky
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January 22nd
She'll
The sea fills my ear
With sand and with fear.
You may wash out the sand
But never the sound
Of the ghost of the sea
That is haunting me.
- Ted Hughes
— Jan 22, 2026 05:20AM
She'll
The sea fills my ear
With sand and with fear.
You may wash out the sand
But never the sound
Of the ghost of the sea
That is haunting me.
- Ted Hughes
