My husband's poetry

Category: Birds

  • Sip the morning dry

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    Like a ship coming to harbor, bullfrog calls out from weeds, I’m here, I’m here, I’m here. Before heat chases dawn away, I watch day shadows shorten, ask the Creator to refine my character, inhale the last fragrance of warm tea from the bottom of my cup and sip the morning dry.

  • After the rain

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    After the rain you gather lost worms stranded on concrete and throw them in the grass so they may live another day. You have things to do and walk past many more that you do not save and feel guilty abandoning them to die in the hot sun. 5-19-23

  • Morning

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    Sit quietly above traffic sounds a leaf tumbles to ground yesterday’s rain drips from trees a turtle slowly walks in weeds 5-22-23

  • Turtle haiku

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    cooter congregants share shoreline morning prayers winter mud begone 2-9-25

  • Mayor of the crescent moon

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    crescent moon hooks sharp ends into the horizon pulls a blanket slowly over the sun campaigning for re-election Mick O’Possum waddles down the street while deer look both ways before crossing racoon scavenges trash for hors d’oeuvres feral cat strolls nonchalantly through a yard doesn’t care enough to vote 2-2-25

  • After the rain

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    cfblack
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    After the rain you gather lost worms stranded on concrete and throw them in the grass so they may live another day. You have things to do and walk past many more that you do not save and feel guilty abandoning them to die in the hot sun. 5-19-23

  • Morning

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    cfblack
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    Sit quietly above traffic sounds a leaf tumbles to ground yesterday’s rain drips from trees a turtle slowly walks in weeds 5-22-23

  • Of the pond

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    two weeks ago three yellow goslings followed parents around the pond last week they were gone maybe it was a hawk maybe avian flu either way they are gone this morning, the geese swam around each other in ever narrowing circles until necks intertwined she shook her tail feathers and preened them back in place…

  • Waking in a strange house

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    cfblack
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    Above my head blue jay searches in roof gutter finds just the right piece and flies away. A deer samples leaves in the underbrush. Distant motorcycle accelerates, shifts gears and is gone. Family wakes on the other side of the door,; soon, I will go inside to sit on the couch until it is time…

  • haiku of the pond

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    geese and mallards feud unperturbed white egret stalks breakfast along shore 1-12-25