Carol Barker-Bettencourt Poems

Spring is a new beginning, giving to the
many shades of green:
Starting out regrowth and new birth in
between,
...

He came in the winter, sailing out of the sky, with massive
wings, a white snow owl
He perched upon a bird house, then cocked his head and
gave a scowl
...

We would walk a well
worn path among the trees.

While listening to chirping birds
...