My husband's poetry

Category: animals

  • rainy day front porch haiku

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    tires slap wet pavement leaves watch thirsty ground drink rain tree frogs trill thank you 8-14-25

  • umbrella haikus

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    rain in the forecast umbrella skies, muddy shoes and long summer naps summer rain rattles leaves in trees, gutters and drains thunder shakes the sky tree frogs unafraid of heavy rain and lightning celebrate the storm 8-5-25

  • Jasmine’s dogs

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    Bobber lies on the couch next to me Hazel at my feet. Soon I’ll attach leashes to collars take them outside. Let them walk, defecate in the yard scent the trunk of trees. We mourn the empty loneliness together awaiting her return. I pet them on the head, thankful they don’t cry or talk. I…

  • Loving a rescue dog

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    Love lived in dog years ends Before you are ready for it to end So you foster another dog Try to break bad habits Their previous owners couldn’t You use a kennel, put them on a diet and Maybe it works But still, love lived in dog years ends Before you are ready for it…

  • Estranged

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    morning prayers in the park anole in bright green bush steps out on fence rail turns brown waits for breakfast to walk by you answer the phone “Hello” – anole freezes, turns, scurries back into the bush, disappears into green belated happy birthday wishes talk of life and poetry he reads you a poem he…

  • Advice for the artist

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    Gather mushrooms and berries in woods. Eat at a table with the poor. Walk among the brambles where no one goes. Crawl through the underbrush. The wolf stalks the well-tread path and the popular watering hole. 5-13-25

  • Park bench haiku

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    birds sing morning praise I walk slow towards a park bench squirrels race up trees 2-14-23

  • Easter resistance

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    groundhog feeds along the treeline, cardinal in the grass, congregation of deer gather at the garden shed birds sing hallelujah to the sun Easter in the Allegheny mountains before the trees go green I don’t care about a resurrection or rolling away the stone; give me the calming of the waters, healing the sick, cleansing…

  • Silent night

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    in early evening frogs call back and forth back and forth among the trees late at night frogs go quiet and only the moon and stars ask questions of the trees did their voices give out or did they give in and talking is no longer needed? 4-14-25

  • Questions for my ancestor

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    When did the first fish crest spy the shore and believe dry land was an option? And how many generations before that first step and how many more generations until cruise ships became all the rage? 4-14-25