My husband's poetry

Category: Birds

  • haiku for last day of 2023

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    white egret rises up green hooded drake circles brown mate heron does not flinch 12-31-23

  • nothing

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    nothing comes from emptiness not me, not you not the crow that calls harsh and often not the wind that chills the morning air rustles dry leaves . unwilling to fall everything comes from somewhere else why this is so I don’t know 12-30-23

  • winter haiku

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    heron stalks cattails squirrels race along fence rail mallards court offshore 12-28-23

  • Cartography of wild geese

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    morning epigraph: “Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?” ― Mary Oliver ——————————————————– forage among lost souls for sustenance hope, maybe you will stumble upon a way out or maybe quietly follow someone down an overgrown path to an unlocked gate or maybe a bread crumb…

  • Neighborhood sentinel

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    cfblack
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    white crested head blue grey feathered body still as a sentinel guarding the shoreline how do you stand so still out on the highway siren screams emergency get out of the way I’m coming through and still you do not move you step slowly into the water stalk sushi breakfast neck coiled tight snatch life…

  • naked selfie

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    Legacy baby Silver spoon in your mouth Strut long naked legs As if you’re on a celebrity reality show Great Blue Heron What did you do that made you great? 12-2-23

  • haiku lizard

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    brown anole on brickwinter is coming, go hideit’s not Florida 11-20-23

  • Jenny wren

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    when she was young she asked her husband to build her a tiny Jenny Wren house painted blue as a summer sky a small dowel rod for a front porch hung it in the old apple tree every spring she watched tiny wrens move in once a storm took down the old tree and she…

  • Quietly sitting

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    because I walk too loud I startled you from your place among the reeds you circled cautiously overhead before you perched almost unseen in a grey tree at the edge of the field how many times have you sat quietly high up in a tree waiting for me to leave so you may return to…

  • Shout of blue

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    blue wings dip and soar above reflected sky flit from red to yellow to green leaves back and forth back and forth and back, again are they playing or courting? maybe both scolding voice, passerine cousins of crows, their only flaw 11-5-23