Category: Birds
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dawn haiku in the park
leaping fish gasps air replicating circles fade hiding life below 7-14-21
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a la carte
In the pine that leans over water’s edge grey blue heron spreads wings; a huge leaf that drifts to ground near shore. Preens feathers coils neck and reads the menu. A quarter way around the table it becomes shoreline. Legs move silent body leans coiled neck recalibrates. SNAP! Head plunges wings spread brown frog in…
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Old narcissus
green grass runs to shore stares at its reflection a fish kisses the sky ripples make clouds dance bullfrog belly laughs in reeds I am too tired to walk to the edge and stare 6-27-21
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St. George’s lament
lizard on fence rail dark in long shadows green among the vines did you know my forefathers hid among vines from your forefathers before stars fell from the sky before the burning before the long winter came before the dying before their bones became dragon’s lore 6-26-21
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haiku meditation in unfamiliar woods
same woodland songbirds singing different descants call out, “Who are you?” alone…..sit silent your inner child still stutters fearful…..birds may laugh a woodpecker thrums dappled light dances on soft ground with the wind in trees 6-23-21
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Walking meditation with Thich Nhat Hanh
1) moss comes green on the morning after rain halfway to your destination not wanting to crush haploid to diploid dance you stand paralyzed 2) a crow lands on a limb above your head shakes chill water from leaves you continue on in a village of plums bloom words “each mindful step, reminds us that…
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Narcissist drinks the sun
dawn shimmers clouds and trees turtle breaches still surface concentric circles set in motion ripple clouds and trees on way to shore mirrored image ponders its own reflection faithful to the sun and self 6-14-21
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haiku for fallen pears
under the pear tree lie half-eaten fruit…..above chatter fat squirrels 6-13-21
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The heron
The brood of geese that waits for a lady with a black dog to spread stale bread along the bank don’t know what the heron sees staring alone knee deep into still waters. Your aunt said your cousin likes to talk with a girl in a picture that hung on her bedroom wall, so they…
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