My husband's poetry

Category: Birds

  • 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…

  • haiku for a lazy afternoon

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    Carolina wren warbles – gentle spring shower sizzles on blacktop 5-14-25

  • 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

  • 3 late afternoon haikus

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    loud angry blue jay shrill voice along the treeline commands the sun leave ————————————- northern cardinal knows you can’t hasten sundown or soothe Xanthippe ————————————– tufted titmouse counsels if birds formed an HOA they’d fine the blue jay 4-29-25

  • 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

  • Concerto in the Key of Aqueous

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    gentle rain thunder rolls overhead water laughs in drain pipes liquid syncopated rhythm in trees birds sing hallelujah songs sirens wail in the distance yellow school bus rattles to a stop latchkey children splash home in the rain I sit on our porch waiting for a key signature change 4-24-25

  • 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

  • After the downpour

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    All day and all night the rain washed pollen from the air. Maybe the world will breath a little easier. In the downpour frogs still call, “Over here, over here, I am all alone,” sounds of love within the flood. Listen to the thrashing in rain, while Dow Jones swirls in the drain on its…