Category: nature
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Gaelic dreams
From a cloudless sky lightning strikes a tree, splits it down the middle, strips its bark, leaves it naked on the bank. No fairy queen rises up above the water. No daughter nymph of a river god brought you a sword, bid you to be strong, save the world from impending doom. You stand alone…
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summer tanka
dragonfly nymph crawls up from mud, spreads wings and flies, lays eggs along shore, glitters for one bright summer and somehow that is enough 8-24-26
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haiku before the storm
wren sings southern songs sky growls about summer heat maybe it will rain 8-22-26
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remains of rain haiku
the remains of rainfall a second time from treesplays drum in drainpipes 8-22-26
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Rhinocerous rain
Driving north out of Nashville, traffic thickens to a slow confession near Fort Campbell, brake lights bloom like votive candles stretching out into Kentucky. I think of Thomas Merton, cloistered among the knobs and forests of Gethsemani Monastery. Where silence became a discipline. Prayer was not an escape, but another way of entering the world.…
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Lessons I learned from trees
no matter the girth of your trunk, the thickness of your bark, the depth of your roots if you lean too far to the right, too far to the left, too far forward or too far back, the heady weight of your branches will gather up the wind and snap you off at your base…
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Of the Pond
yesterday’s rain paints water a dull, muddy gray the sun catches a lone mallard’s V-shaped wake light reflects gold before the ripple dissipates back into the dull, muddy gray of last night’s rain 6-19-26
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In the Garden
evolution dresses the flower in flirty colored petals endows it with unspoken cravings for visits of the bumbling bee the caress of butterflies upon erect stamens dusted pollen on pristine pistils gifted by anonymous one night stands 6-14-26
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Change 2026
thunder proceeds the storm the flash – the swirling winds we were not deaf or blind we disregarded warnings we got caught in the rain and only have ourselves to blame and only we can drag ourselves inside dry off and change our clothes 6-13-26
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haiku of swelter
geese swim the shadows I watch from a shady bench drake rests in high grass 6-13-26
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