My husband's poetry

Author: cfblack

  • Hoar frost

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    Driving towards Charleston, sun luxuriates Like the backside of a reclining nude Hanging over a bar in film noire Road bends left – sun glares back You put down the visor and drive on In high weed ditches and fields hoar frost glistens along the highway, Mist rises where cold meets warm Thirty miles out,…

  • Plague of loblolly pines

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    crisp autumn morning blight of urban lawns rain needles on the ground form compact pads on the pond they stick in your screens and lawn chair webbing acidic and hard to rake only palmetto bugs thrive in their wake 11-28-23

  • Thanksgiving leftovers

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    The house is asleep you go downstairs, make fresh coffee, check your fantasy football lineup. From the window you watch chickens stir in their coop and wait for the rest of the house to wake before you go back upstairs, to pack for leaving and hope you will be able to leave before the post-Thanksgiving…

  • Prison wall graffiti

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    creatures of habit seem detached need familiar spaces and alone time tough creatures tougher still to be married to living in their skin a prison cell 11-24-23

  • After the rain

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    last night’s gentle rain plays snare drum In the trees grateful birds sing in under brush heron hunts among cattails for breakfast green-hooded mallard cruises by waiting for Daisy Duck to appear. 11-22-23

  • Elegy for roadkill

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    Rain stopped populating the pond with concentric circles. A generation of grandchildren dripped from trees along the shore. Before I walked for morning prayer, I found a dead squirrel in the street, placed it on a leaf pile the city will haul away in three days. I did not pray a funeral service or dig…

  • haiku lizard

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    brown anole on brickwinter is coming, go hideit’s not Florida 11-20-23

  • Monday haiku

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    late November blooms bright pink flowers in the park this northern boy smiles 11-20-23

  • Breeze of confirmation

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    a breeze blew all the autumn leaves to shore surface now mirrors the sky uninterrupted pray a breeze removes dross from my heart 11-19-23