Autumn Preparation








Autumn Preparation

Autumn skies are dripping gray.
The leaves are bleeding brown.
Green-hulled black walnuts are dropping
like heaps of hail hammering down.

Red squirrels are packing nuts
for winter days ahead.
As for me, I just turned up
the thermostat to my waterbed.

©2014 Freeda Baker Nichols


A Villanelle


Your face is ever on my mind.
I am alone both day and night
since you have left me far behind.
There is no new love I can find,
no one to calmly hold me tight;
your face is ever on my mind.
To be alone I do not mind
although I feel a helpless fright
since you have left me far behind.
No one will ever be as kind
as you, my love, sweet dove in flight –
your face is ever on my mind.
Just like the ivy leaves entwined,
my heart is now a tangled sight,
since you have left me far behind.
How can I trust mere words to bind
when your love died like candlelight?
Your face is ever on my mind
since you have left me far behind. Continue reading

National Poetry Day in Arkansas

Sumac, Oct. 2012-- 100

This poem was written especially for The
Rosa Zagnoni Marinoni National Poetry
Day in Arkansas, 2012

In Rosa’s Honor

As poet laureate, Rosa was great!
October 15th marked her special day.
She gave her time and talent to our state,
encouraged poetry along the way.
Her poems still
speak clearly
as year after year
we think of her.
We meet to keep the torch she lit aflame.
We watch it glow when our own fire is low.
We think of her and write our best because,
as poet laureate, Rosa was great!

© Freeda Baker Nichols

Why Keep A Journal?

A very good blogging buddy of mine suggested that I write about keeping a journal. Inger Wilkerson’s interest in my blog has encouraged me since she first commented on my posts and her comments continue to inspire me.

So here goes. Starting a journal in our fast-paced world can be challenging. You might ask, do I have time to keep at it?  In ten years, why would I want to look back at what’s happening now?

Looking back into your journal doesn’t mean that you’re getting old and can’t remember very well. For me, re-reading an entry allows me to enjoy a memory which often brings a smile.  I do filter my thoughts before jotting them down.  I keep my journal notes as positive as possible.

As a writer, a journal is my place to store ideas for stories, poems or novels. It’s a place to write a sentence, a paragraph or maybe a name I like, which might become the name of a character in a book. And so, that’s why I keep a journal.

I have other notes, too, that refer to family. And I wish I had written more about my children, grandchildren, my parents and my siblings. Notes help me remember special times in my life. As I get older, my journal becomes a treasure.  The short writings bring back a vivid memory of something that likely would never resurface on its own.

I prefer a type of journal that has bound pages.  However, many of my notes are first scribbled on scraps of paper, backs of envelopes, my iPad or iPhone to be transferred into the permanent file later.

If you think you’d like to start a journal, why not begin now?  Write in it regularly. Have fun with it. Make it at least a weekly routine. Remember to date each entry.

I hope my friend, Inger, whom I’ve never met, will begin a journal. She has a lovely blog and I invite you to click over to her website and see what she’s up to. She blogs here at Art of Natural Living.