Category: Birds
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8 degrees and sunny
Sun applies sparkly sugar cookie glaze on snow; Cold beauty freezes fingers and toes; Air cuts through layered clothes. Both dogs sniff and circle, Find their spot, do their business, Strain their leashes to go inside. In cedars, birds sing back and forth. Is it shelter from wind or food in foliage? I do not…
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haiku for walking dogs in snow
They sniff in circles Not just any snow will do Damnit, just go pee 2-5-21
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Ankle deep
With a leash in either hand I wait ankle deep in snow watch doors on houses open Wearing hooded coats and boots little humans emerge with heavy packs on their backs In silent acknowledgement of their fate they trudge by on rutted streets towards the bus stop Standing ankle deep in snow watching leashed dogs…
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Rain
rain patter train wail water in drain pipe red birds and wrens dance in yard squirrels and feral cats are in hiding stand under a roof by the pond sip coffee from a big blue cup watch tennis ball bob In winter rain 1-15-21
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Sunday morning along the pond
Mist shimmers Over reedy pond Gold finches flock Dressed in muted winter gowns Sing four note ostinati From tree to tree Green hooded mallard Glides graceful Courts brown mottled female Along the southern shore Ghost white egret Stalks the shallows Great blue heron Sits low on water Lowers legs, rises up Like an offshore oil…
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handful of tercets
in the woods by the pond high up in a tree lone bird calls alone three notes repeatedly does it call for love for a friend or just to hear its voice piercing tercets reaching out again and again and again in the woods by the pond high up in a tree 1-3-21
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Winter woods walk haiku
iridescent moon hangs halo high above trees lone fox hunts shadows 12-28-20
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Pandemic coffee in a blue cup
A mute yellow sign stands near the street in a neighbor’s yard signaling SLOW in black letters. You sip coffee from a blue cup as friends drive by and wave on their way to work, the grocery or anywhere, but here. The old couple with a corgi, call good morning from the park. With only…
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Gray hat
Dear Mom, today is cold. I stand in the chill where the sun breaks through trees to sip coffee. Most mornings, I throw a handful of keto granola for a brave mockingbird that busily gathers it up next to me. It reminds me of you and how you always bustled about your kitchen. A brown…
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