Winter Morning: Mourning Doves _ new poem

Early winter morning brings
Whistling of a mourning doves wings
As they fly from the ground to sky
It may sound like a lament; a cry
But that's just what their wings are doing
Doves are mainly monogamous; cooing
Open the door and hear their sound
In the moment, we know we're still around
—Winter Morning
Poet, John Conte
MyStrawHat.com

Good wishes,

2022 Backyard Highlight Award: Nature Wins

2022 Backyard Highlight Award: Nature Wins = Hawk is hanging out on fence. Cat jumps up, sticks the landing like an ex-pro and scurries like the squirrels do along the top of the fence. Amazing 😻 #nature #wins #backyard #hightlight #award #top #cat #hawk #jump #on #fence #perfect #balance #outdoors #newyear #2022 #outside #photo #happy #healthy #joyful #safe #2023

So You Know _ new poem

Fever drew me back home again
Floating outside my father's den
Praying I can read all the books
Without it being like what it looks
Lying in a fever dream death bed
Remembering every inch of homestead
I love my family so and I hope they know
When I'm buried I won't let go …
Oh, no, I love you so … so you know
—- So You Know
John Conte
MyStrawHat.com
December 29, 2002

A New Year Poem _ new poetry

What we may wish for today
Some people say …
That a cardinal is a loved one past
That a cardinal is signaling love does last
And those cardinals all alone in the snow
They are here at year end and another to go
As December comes to a close
January skies may be dark but stars will glow
Days, weeks, months, years pass us by
As simple as it is, it's a gift to be alive
Happy New Year to you and yours
—-A New Year Poem
By John Conte
MyStrawHat.com

Good wishes,
John

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