Author: cfblack
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haiku through my daughter’s window
winter sun outside glistens with dichotomy as a cold snow falls 2-9-21
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Foot prints
Solitary foot prints in fresh snow Let me know you were out foraging Winter cabbages in the garden Tracks reveal you still work alone Beware – they passed ‘Castle Doctrine Laws’ And Mr. McGregor bought a gun Tie your shoes tight Button your jacket and run home Crawl in bed with chamomile tea And pull…
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Rabbit dance
after everyone has gone to bed outside the patio window new snow moonlit ecstasy maybe, a need to stay warm is the only reason they dance new snow moonlit ecstasy outside the patio window after everyone has gone to bed 2-7-21
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8 degrees and sunny
Sun applies sparkly sugar cookie glaze on snow; Cold beauty freezes fingers and toes; Air cuts through layered clothes. Both dogs sniff and circle, Find their spot, do their business, Strain their leashes to go inside. In cedars, birds sing back and forth. Is it shelter from wind or food in foliage? I do not…
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Dream # 2×5
high above cityscape glass room teeters flies off in space returns sets down in a garden step out allow room to rise up and fly, again 2-6-21
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Titanomachy: the sequels
Did Cronus lament to Tartarus from his cell wish he had chewed his children, instead, of swallowing them whole? When the wood cutter cut open the wolf, did he release three little pigs and other children who went missing walking home? Did children ride the bus with Jonah to Ninevah; did they disembark or do…
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haiku for walking dogs in snow
They sniff in circles Not just any snow will do Damnit, just go pee 2-5-21
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haiku before neighbors wake
first light tinged orange frozen snow echo foot steps on chimneyed houses 2-3-21
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Ankle deep
With a leash in either hand I wait ankle deep in snow watch doors on houses open Wearing hooded coats and boots little humans emerge with heavy packs on their backs In silent acknowledgement of their fate they trudge by on rutted streets towards the bus stop Standing ankle deep in snow watching leashed dogs…
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First Light
Before the sun Before footprints where sidewalks hide Before the first cars cut ruts for others to follow I stare out the window At the crystalline blanket Night pulled over rich homes and poor souls Wait for plows To rumble awake and Clear the street out to the main road Soon shovels will pile Perfection…
