My husband's poetry

Category: Birds

  • 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

  • haiku for a sunny day

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    dappled shadows dance back and forth like sandpipers dance before the sea 7-24-25

  • Waiting

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    beyond the door of our house I sit in the shade on my right a small table, a bottle of water, a notebook, a book of poetry, a book of prayers bright green moss cushions my feet birds call from the woods the Tourettes hum of distant traffic palms turned skyward I’m waiting for healing…

  • Afternoon rain

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    Afternoon rain I dreamed of uprooted trees drifting like dirigibles across the sky birds fly in and out of leaves. After the rain I walked in the park the moss is bright green only birds and a lone cicada sang. 7-13-25

  • Aviary hymns

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    What is gone is not quite gone It lingers in the air ____ I’m searching for that first bird song Its memory somewhere deep inside Other birds sing in gardens But it’s never quite the same I’m searching for that first bird song Its memory somewhere deep inside ____ What is gone is not quite…

  • Beach trip, May 2025

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    Eons ago, we traded wings for speech and legs to run and now we spend eternity regretting our choice. ____ On our last trip to the beach pelicans flew single file off shore. Seagulls hung in the air waiting for food to drop; shiny grackles brazenly stole food from wagon stashes of tourists. An attractive…

  • 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…

  • haiku rinse

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    moss glows fertile green birds sing the morning awake woods drip last night’s rain 5-30-25

  • 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…

  • Wars and rumors of wars

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    Goose Pond is loud this morning. Resident geese don’t want to share. Homeless geese land on the far shore. Threats are honked back and forth. Honking cries escalate. Necks straighten and lean. Combatants close distance. Visitors retreat, rise up and fly. War averted this morning. Where there is unused, open space and unfilled needs, the…