My husband's poetry

Category: Fall

  • two haikus for autumn

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    cfblack
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    wind shakes pine needle from tree top into my cup I wanted pumpkin spice I find it funny that the cat lady complains about barking dogs 11-24-20

  • three haikus celebrating autumn in the city

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    cfblack
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    here and there a tree showed red; leaves lost grip and fell rattled on way down in tops of park pines noisy grackles host rallies protest autumn’s change bring rakes and blowers we will watch fresh mulch decay noisy flockers flee 11-8-20

  • Listen

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    cfblack
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    Autumn comes slow lingers green A few tired leaves refuse to wait a killing frost Dress in yellow shrouds leap into air Unafraid of death Shut your eyes listen…..to Caress of limbs on way to ground Slow dry rain mocking, rustling laughter 10-21-20

  • October rain haikus

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    cfblack
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    October rain comes tambourines the leaves, birds sing uncaged melodies October rain comes summons sleeping moss to wake dress brown dirt in green 10-11-20

  • Church of glowing wood

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    October autumn night moonlight and street lamps we gather in the side yard with friends around a fire Offer fallen wood to the dark smell smoke….. incense for the dead, the dying and those who tend the dying before it is their time As folks rise to go home we offer virtual handshakes, bank embers,…

  • Carolina wrens

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    cfblack
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    An unruly mob of squirrels used to hold rallies in our yard but not for a while Maybe, it’s because of autumn or maybe, the feral cats or maybe, because I raked the pine cones in a pile the city carried away But I’m okay with that because Carolina wrens have moved in One sits…

  • Sing

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    cfblack
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    After dark you begin singing descants in the trees Cicadas cocoon in burrows, await future summer casting calls I lie awake in the middle of the night and still you sing In pre-dawn dark, I celebrate your will to live your song of life Forage careful or you may become a silk wrapped spider larder…

  • The introvert

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    cfblack
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    in the middle of green stands a trellis alone no vines, no roses, no flowers freshly painted, pristine immaculate a sentinel unable to leave its posting autumn will soon turn green brown silently, it implores spring to curve life around its frame 9-12-20