My husband's poetry

Category: Birds

  • Saluda Shoals

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    quietly, an anole blends into its surroundings does not call attention to itself joyfully left alone to safely go on about it’s business 10-1-23

  • While Carol sleeps

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    Listen to the morning Dogs, frogs, birds, distant traffic Slide up and down the music scale Siren wails, “Get out of my way I’m coming through” I mutter to myself, “I can’t to get out of my own way Go the F around” 9-30-23

  • Morning flows away

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    on the downhill side morning flows away into the street leaves it’s debris for critters a place to sleep or afternoon to sweep I don’t need the work but Carol hates critters So I will sweep the litter 9-30-23

  • Tag

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    one brown mallard swims circles on the pond soon a green hooded drake or two may come play tag until she makes her choice they’ll settle down, spend winter playing house upon the shore I wonder what brought her to this pond and how the drakes knew where to find her 9-29-23

  • three humble haikus

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    brown bird in green bush mean as a blue jay…curses if I walk too close mockingbird of change maybe he’ll winter over maybe, we’ll be friends every morning swear my father’s ghost sent him cut me down to size 9-29-23

  • Hop like an amphibian

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    09/22 – epigraph: “And it won’t matter now/ Whatever happens will be/ Though the air speaks of all we’ll never be/ It won’t trouble me” (from ‘All I Want’ by Toad the Wet Sprocket) most mornings, before the sun grows hot I walk in dewy grass among amphibians they hop one step ahead of my…

  • September morning

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    Yapping dogs share neighborhood gossip. I much prefer the gossip of birds. Anole searches fence rail for a bit of sun The forecast is for rain. Overhead a squirrel shakes a leaf into my cup. Heron stalks far side of the shore. Dogs still share their neighbor’s business. Squirrel chases anole from fence. Heron rises…

  • morning haiku

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    white bird on green grass no waitress brings you breakfast nature’s produce aisle 9-16-23

  • haiku of the kingdom

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    morning ecstasy small toad leaps about my feet wet clover heaven 9-15-23

  • Mosquito feast

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    I haven’t seen the anole all week dragonflies swoop for mosquito feast brown leaves exhausted from the heat litter the ground it’s ten days before equinox tips the scales in night’s favor somewhere in the weeds a bullfrog sings love songs in bass clef 9-11-23