Category: insects
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approaching autumn tanka
maybe it’s early but I miss long-legged spiders nets from bush to bush mating and filling larders in advance of winter death 9-5-22
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Battle of the Equinox
The pond grows strangely quiet, Geese and goslings fled weeks ago, Cicadas no longer sing of love, Sated bullfrogs sleep in, Turtles are not sunning on the bank, Fish refuse to break the surface, The heron has gone hunting elsewhere. Autumn equinox arrives tomorrow, Draws depression’s curtain and Reminds us night will overwhelm the day.…
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Tailless lizard
High above a plane glistens in fading light, crescent moon visible in blue sky. Plane and moon pass by each other or so is seems from where I sit. Tailless lizard walks by on porch screen. Does it know I cannot reach it through the screen or is its arrogance why it is a tailless…
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The spy that guards my yard
out in the yard between two trees a single strand of a spider silk like a crack on a phone screen invisible if the sunlight doesn’t fall just right its spider moves quietly between trees ensnares uninvited pests that venture in my yard 8-29-25
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Afternoon rain
Afternoon rain I dreamed of uprooted trees drifting like dirigibles across the sky birds fly in and out of leaves. After the rain I walked in the park the moss is bright green only birds and a lone cicada sang. 7-13-25
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Elegy for a cockroach
A cockroach lies dead behind my chair on the porch. I do not mourn its passing. It is one of those large ones that reside in the South among dead leaves under the bark of trees, on your porch. They do not respect privacy or care for cleanliness. If they can cohabitate and live with…
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How to eat a peach
visualize golden pollen transferred on legs of bees, pregnant blossoms drenched in rain bite the skin, chew the pulp, suck flesh from wrinkled pit, let its juice dribble down your chin lick your fingers, toss the seed along the fence line hoping it will grow 7-7-25
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sunset
When the birds call down the sun and shadows darken in the woods, when sunlight kisses the tops of trees goodnight and cicadas begin their droning, mosquitos come to suck my blood and I must go inside. 7-5-25
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Cattail tales
dragonfly swoops gathers mosquitos in its maw other mosquitos oblivious death passed them by 7-3-25
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haiku of the pond
damsel and dragon skim the surface looking for mosquitoes to eat 6-16-25
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