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The Nature Writer's Room

Spontaneity strikes in unexpected moments ~ Be Free.

The Nature Writer's Room

Spontaneity strikes in unexpected moments ~ Be Free.

Poem of the Week

White Eyes - Mary Oliver

In winter

all the singing is in
the tops of the trees
where the wind-bird
with its white eyes

shoves and pushes
among the branches.
Like any of us

he wants to go to sleep,

but he's restless—

he has an idea,

and slowly it unfolds

from under his beating wings

as long as he stays awake.

But his big, round music, after all,

is too breathy to last.

So, it's over.

In the pine-crown

he makes his nest,

he's done all he can.

I don't know the name of this bird,

I only imagine his glittering beak

tucked in a white wing

while the clouds—

which he has summoned

from the north—

which he has taught

to be mild, and silent—

thicken, and begin to fall

into the world below

like stars, or the feathers
of some unimaginable bird

that loves us,

that is asleep now, and silent—

that has turned itself

into snow.

About the Author

My Essence

“Writing for yourself is expression. Writing for others is connection. Combining the two becomes art.”

Welcome to my little corner of the world! My name is Tiffany. I am a passionate writer and animal lover based in Southern California. As an avid nature writer, I draw inspiration from the beauty of the natural world and the poetry of greats like Robert Frost, Mary Oliver, William B. Yeats, and Emily Dickinson, to name a few. With a BA in English and creative writing, I channel my love for literature into my writing, using nature as my muse. I foster a deep appreciation for both animals and the environment in my professional, personal, and creative endeavors.

As the founder and president of Cleo’s Kittens Inc., I devote my free time to rescuing and rehabilitating cats in need. I share my life with my husband, two playful dogs, and eleven affectionate cats, all of whom inspire my work in their own special way.

The Nature Writer's Room

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Poem of the Week

White Eyes - Mary Oliver

About the Author

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The Nature Writer's Room

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Poem of the Week

White Eyes - Mary Oliver

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My Essence

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