Category: flowers
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haikus from Congaree with the grandson
brown snake suns on log bright flowers bloom on green stem turtle swims nearby grey dead pine stands tall cypress wades water knee deep woodpecker loves both lichen grows on logs wind counsels trees about death birds call down the sun 3-26-21
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winter rain haikus
rain drops are blameless concentric circles collide winter weeps all day green water swimmers long-legged blue heron, grey geese and yellow pollen stamens and pistils white blossoms dancing in rain fall exhausted to ground 3-16-21
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viny ground
one bright blossom unique among green vines would your beauty become lost in a bouquet? eyes unable to linger find subtle hues wrapped in monogamy 3-7-21
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Camelia haiku
Camelia blooms red Petals bleed upon cold ground I mourn the blossoms 2-25-21
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Home
After unloading the car You stood at park’s edge Cup of tomato soup in hand Tree frogs sang in sky They didn’t miss you But you missed them This morning, you photograph Hyacinths blooming by the steps Listen to the back and forth of birds Watch squirrels play tag Wave at a neighbor Sip coffee…
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Socially awkward
No one knows how it got there; If the woods encroached on its space Or whether the camellia invaded the woods. Was a seed dropped by a bird or did a gardener plant it? It doesn’t matter how, only that it blooms At the edge of a woods on a chilly winter’s day 1-19-21
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Dream Sonnet with Invisible Beats
(if you are a form purist, read slowly and add invisible beats in your head) 4 am foggy, storm chases street light halos, uproots forest. Trees, like celery stalks drift slowly overhead, roots dancing free. Daylight comes, two mockingbirds pirouette among pansies, rise up on porch rail, fanned tail and wings show bands of bright…
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a walk at dusk
yellow rose western sky in the East Aegean blue long shadow walk I heard the day before an old friend’s wife transitioned her name was Rose blue sky morning transitions to rain 9-28-20 (for my childhood friend, Chuck Shannon)
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Listening to Thunder as Rain Passes By
at the edge of thirst flowers and trees wait for rain beg to bathe dust from limbs grit from hair rain cares not about desire need or love 8-15-20
My husband's poetry 