The Weekly Avocet 591 March 30, 2024

The Weekly Avocet 591 March 30, 2024

It is with great joy I bring you this edition of The Weekly Avocet.

This edition features two Patty’s Worlds Sponsoring Members. Author and Poets Abbie Johnson Taylor and Trish Hubschman.

Watch this space for more of their work soon.

And now, The Weekly Avocet #591.


The Weekly Avocet – #591

March 31st, 2024

Hello to our Poets and Nature-lovers of The Avocet community:

buzzing little bees

make some sweet honey for me

buzz from rose to rose

Paula Goldsmith – Mesa, AZ –

Submitted by Edwina KaderaA group of birds on the beach

Description automatically generated with medium confidence My Lilacs

I love to look across my backyard

and savor my lilac bush’s beauty.

It could have died.

I willed it alive

after last summer’s two-week heat wave

dried it, scorched it, brittled it.

My sprinklers could not quench

its thirst,

a broken pipe stopping their supply.

I pathetically tried

with a watering can

in the cool of each day’s evening,

but the browned branches

did not bode well.

“You will not die,” I told it.

“You will bud and bloom next spring.”

And this week, as I smiled at spring

budding elsewhere,

I hesitated to look,

fearing what I’d feared.

But then, this morning,

as I gazed from my kitchen window

across my backyard,

I saw a haze of green

circling the brown bush branches.

I rushed out for a closer look.

Buds, so many,

healthy, happy nascent lilacs!

I willed it alive.

But it wouldn’t have happened

without its will

to survive.

Barbara Novack – Laurelton, NY –

Mother’s reminder

fast approaching global warming

with balmy March

Byung A. Fallgren – WY – I Noticed You This Morning

It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you

but I noticed you this morning,

even though you’re not scheduled to arrive

until tonight.

It wasn’t your ghost

or your echo, but

perhaps it was your messenger

with a note from the future

that is sort of here

since I saw you

in the pink blossom on the tree

in the haze of green circling branches

in the lilac and hydrangea buds

and in the daffodils.

What had been winter gray

is hinting green

in the softer rays

of your longer days.

Thank you, Spring.

Barbara Novack – Laurelton, NY –

We want to do a few Weekly Avocet issues on Eagles. Please send us your best

Eagle poems to share with The Avocet community. Deadline is 4/24/24.


We want to do another Special Earth Day issue, April 22nd

, 2024.

Deadline for submissions is 4/7/24, but then again, as Nature poets, we should

always be writing Earth Days poems!

Please follow the same guidelines as when submitting your work to The

Weekly Avocet. Guidelines found at the end of each Weekly Avocet issue.

high sun frees clenched fists

harried drivers slow and wave

in sky smiler’s thrall

Aimé E Duclos – South Berwick, ME – Crossing the Equator

Winter solstice finds a reluctant sun

rising over Mrs. Hodgdon’s woodshed

whereas the summer solstice glows strong

by the chimney of the old Billings place.

This morning, at first light, the sun peeks

hopeful from behind the Hodgdon’s barn.

A quick scan of the calendar

confirms the sight — the equinox.

Equatorial spring has arrived

Like a switch has been turned on

or a gun fired to start a race,

chickadees flit to find homes and mates

robins hunt the easing brown earth

bluebirds display and claim territory

cedar waxwings swarm the branches

of red-budding red maples, dazzling

like the cardinal topping the arbor vitae

trubadouring his love.

Winter’s grasp is weakening but has yet

to be defeated. Icy winds still blow.

Snow and sleet again shower about

even on this the first day of spring.

But tomorrow it will melt away

leaving snowdrops by the garden’s edge

dancing victoriously through the last

of the snow, singing sunny praises

of the spring equinox.

Aimé E Duclos – South Berwick, ME –

winter chill fading

lilacs awaken with buds

life warmed in spring’s smile

Aimé E Duclos – South Berwick, ME –


Mother Earth’s love – the gift that keeps on giving.

A snow covered bush in front of a house

Description automatically generated…from the frozen tundra I call home…………. Happy Spring in South Berwick,

Maine. Aimé Duclos – – 3/24/24 Sea Smoke

wisps of steam waft and swirl

from our portico peak

as a sparkling morning’s

energetic high sun burns off

another dying winter’s frost

sublimes a cold solid to gas

for a terrifying moment

it seemed a smoldering

fire was broiling

but the sun and the season

were working their will

on the portico’s prow

like a lobster boat at dawn

serenely humming off

from harbor mooring

silently slicing the water

parting the sea smoke

our portico emerges cleansed

Aimé E Duclos – South Berwick, ME –


They know how to shelter

the ovary underground

and bloom when the weather

is ripe in spring.

Like them

I sometimes hide

from the elements,

that tribal dance of human kind.

Needing space and time

to blossom on my own.

Lester Hirsh – Watsontown, PA – To a Whitetail

we met this morning

for the first time

like old friends

less than two hours spent

your spirit and final breath

had quit your body

fragile in its young spotted fur

with tufts of cream

coal dark eyes

lashes longer than Maybelline

in my wildest dreams

nothing this enchanting

could love me so quickly

but you, who refused the bottle

the aquifer water dribbled from my fingers

to make her music for you

you rested your chin in the crook of my arm

which you licked

like irresistible sweets

chewed my hair

nuzzled my neck

you rested your soul against mine

and it was you who comforted me

as you left by a route

straight through my heart

Kate Potter – Allentown, PA –

barmy March drive

a couple of swallows frolic in the air

magically veering collision

Byung A. Fallgren – WY – Marching

With firm footsteps,

I progress away from cold, harsh winter darkness,

toward hopeful, warm spring light,

leave behind subzero temperatures, snow, and ice,

say hello to sunshine, warm breezes, flowers, grass.

My heart feels lighter,

and a smile crosses my face,

as I think of what’s to come.

Abbie Johnson Taylor – Sheridan, WY –

Spring Pain (A Villanelle)

The bird likes the first day of spring,

but today, there’s been nothing but rain.

Her heart is unable to sing.

The bird should be having a fling.

Her life should be more humane.

The bird likes the first day of spring.

It’s time for her to take wing.

Instead, she sits in the rain.

Her heart is unable to sing.

She likes everything about spring

except for the driving rain.

The bird likes the first day of spring.

Instead of taking wing,

the bird takes shelter in pain.

Her heart is unable to sing.

Life can be so inhumane.

It fills the bird’s heart with pain.

The bird likes the first day of spring,

but her heart is unable to sing.

Abbie Johnson Taylor – Sheridan, WY – a murder of crows

diesel engine roars to life

murdering nature

Abbie Johnson Taylor – Sheridan, WY –

Spring Winds

Wild and free,

In every part of the world,

Not caring about life or limb,

Destructive, they swoop over and around the Earth,

Sometimes calming, mostly upsetting.

Abbie Johnson Taylor – Sheridan, WY –

Spring Harmony

Suddenly comes a day when a bleak branch and shivering shrub

reveal themselves splendid

in pink, white and gold

the resurgence of the repressed

while the soft honey tongued air touches from forgotten lands

the grass in soft ground humming in small jittering creature clover

inviting a dance

while the irises laugh and sway

not an idyllic illusion of peace

but a soupcon of love memory and much harmony

unnatural to disturb.

Susan Oleferuk – Buchanan, NY –

Kindness always comes back…

near the tilled wheat field

the lone haystack, still robust

Jackalope Hill

Byung A. Fallgren – WY – a couple of ducks argue

in the river with the melting ice

sun-glitter on the ducks

Byung A. Fallgren – WY –

MBK Krishna – India – mbalkrishna672@gmail.comA bird standing on the ground

Description automatically generatedBird Song

The birds are back

And in the trees.

I don’t know where they went,

But I’m glad they’re here again.

They sing such pretty songs.

Each bird sings a different tune.

So many birds.

So many tunes.

Lovely sounds blend like a chorus.

I can just sit and listen for hours,



The air is warm.

The sun shining.

I can smell flowers too.

This is spring.

I’ll take it.

I’ll keep it.

I also hear landscapers and cars going by.

But the birds still sing their songs

Oblivious to humans below the trees.

Trish Hubschman – Lancaster, SC – plutzhub@gmail.comA bird sitting on a branch

Description automatically generated

MBK Krishna – Mud Pines

Rolling hills of grass

Crispy Temperatures

Oil rigs travel the logging road above

Bell shaped clouds low on the horizon

The sun sets

While winters last icy patches melt

Chicago IV plays out my parked car window

Pine trees stand in stillness

While my feet dig deep into the mud patch below

A flock of black birds chirp above

And fly to their resting place

The night’s first stars will be blocked

By a deep grey haze

I am hidden away in Nicola Valley

Highways loop and cross in the distance

Town upon town scattered in between

Swaths of mountains and valleys

And I stand here

Feel the stillness of now

Dimming into the brightness of tomorrow

John Reid – Vancouver, British Columbia –

Please be kind, write to each other…

Time to share up to four of your Spring themed

poems for The Weekly Avocet:

Please read the guidelines before submitting

We love previously published poems!Please send your submissions to

Photos (4), haiku (up to 10), Saving Mother Earth

Challenge poems (as many as you can write)

Please when submitting submissions do not stack your info, please have

it: name – town, state – email address, in a line, just like it appears in both

publications. Please do not make extra work for us. Thank you.

Please send your submissions to

Please put (early or late) Spring/your last name in the subject line.

Please be kind and address your submission to me, Charles. Thank you.

(Just so you know: I do not read work from a poet who doesn’t take the time

to address their submission to the editor, who they want to read their work.)

Please do not just send a poem, please write a few lines of hello.

Please do not have all caps in the title of your poem.

There is no line limit per poem.

Please no religious references.

Please use single spaced lines.

Please remember, we welcome previously published poems.

Please put your name – town/state – email address under your poem. No Zip


Please send your poems in the body of an email or in one attachment, no pdf


We look forward to reading your Spring

submissions for The Weekly Avocet…

The Burning Question for us Earthlings is:

What are you/we going to do to stop or even just slow down Climate Change?

Do you feel like there is nothing you can do about climate change?Well, there is, even if we all do small things it will make a great difference. Alice

C. Hill (the David M. Rubenstein senior fellow for energy and the

environment at the Council on Foreign Relations.) states the first thing we all

need to do is not shy away from the subject. Talk about, write about, climate

change to everyone you know and meet. Write to your Congressperson and

Senators. Let them know what you think and fear!

I want to have, at least, one Saving Mother Earth poem in each issue of The

Weekly Avocet, so I am always looking for poems that address our most

important issues of today, so please write about what you think and fear of the

coming end of our world as we know it. A world our great grandkids will

never know. A Mother Nature who is no longer kind.


But if we join together, maybe, just maybe, working together, we can make

a difference to Save Mother Earth, the only home we have. Show you

care. There are so many topics to write about when it comes to Climate

Change. Please find one you are passionate about and write about it!


Write a Tell-off poem letting the world know what you are feeling about

what is being done right before our eyes by those who claim to want what best

for all of us. Think it out in your head, then put it down on the page, then

fight with it, get your rage out, then send it to us to share, so you can see your

voice, your words, being read, being heard…

The American Avocet

I watch unseen this large,

long-legged shorebird,

with its pied plumage

and a dash of red

around its head and neck,

scampering along

the coastline

searching to snatch-up

some aquatic insect

or a small invertebrate

hidden beneath

the brackish watersof this saltmarsh.

I watch unseen

it swing its odd,

long, up-curved bill

through the shallow,

still waters, catching

a tiny creature,

trapping it in its bill,

racing off to its nest to

feed her four hatchings

with this feast she found.

I watch in awe

as the male

grows protective,

fearlessly fending off

an encroaching

common black raven,

attacking this intruder,

striking at it with its bill.

I watch in wonder

as they swim as a family

just days after

the young ones are born,

then back to the nest to

rest where its kind flocks

together in a community.

Charles Portolano – Fountain Hills, AZ –

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We hope we provoked you; that you leave having experienced a complete emotional response to

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for reading, dear reader!”

Be well, see you next weekend,Charles Portolano, Editor/Publisher and Vivian and Valerie Portolano, Co-Editors

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