Tag Archives: Nona Blyth Cloud

Another Kind of Christmas

Posted on December 24, 2022 by wordcloud9

by NONA BLYTH CLOUD I wrote this poem because my part of America is often mocked for its lack of connection to the “traditional” Christmas of colder climes. To read “Another Kind of Christmas” click:

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TCS: A Third Act at New Years

Posted on December 27, 2021 by wordcloud9

  Good Morning! ____________________________ Welcome to The Coffee Shop, just for you early riserson Monday mornings. This is an Open Thread forum,so if you have an off-topic opinion burning a hole inyour brainpan, feel free to add a comment.____________________________ Experience is the only … Continue reading →

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Holidays

Posted on December 24, 2021 by wordcloud9

However and whatever you celebrate in December, may it bring you and yours much joy and all good things. I offer these two poems for those who may be looking for some “all is calm.” To read “Holidays” and “Another … Continue reading →

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Word Cloud: SNOWBLIND (III)

Posted on December 13, 2019 by wordcloud9

by NONA BLYTH CLOUD It’s an irony that the things I like best about Christmas are traditions from places where Winter means snow and ice. The smell of pine warmed by glowing lights, carols full of cold Decembers, and hot … Continue reading →

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Word Cloud: Wintertide

Posted on December 6, 2019 by wordcloud9

by NONA BLYTH CLOUD The first week of December – three weeks before the Winter Solstice in the Northern Hemisphere, or the Summer Solstice in the Southern Hemisphere. In many northern places, winter has already arrived: the summer birds left … Continue reading →

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Word Cloud: PORTENTS

Posted on December 30, 2016 by wordcloud9

by NONA BLYTH CLOUD The New Year. It has often seemed bright with the promise of better things to come. New Year 2017 fills me with foreboding, which is reflected in this week’s poems. While some people are out celebrating, … Continue reading →

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