My husband's poetry

Category: insects

  • winter rain haikus

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    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

  • slow cooker

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    the last cricket played his bow I wondered if he knew night would bring a killing cold the moon was full and large but I did not stay outside to watch it wake and rise dinner simmers in the kitchen I read, ‘After Ruben’ by Francisco Aragon I smell it from my chair 12-1-20

  • resist the dying

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    Bright butterfly color of leaves falling. I mistook you for one until you rose up and flew. 11-19-20

  • yard fly

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    To the yard fly on our window sill We tried to shoo you out the door But you kept banging your head on the window Buzzing louder and louder Denying what you cannot see And what will not let you win 11-19-20

  • stick pins

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    I stood in the bathroom this morning, smelled an open bottle of medicinal alcohol Images of fruit jars, alcohol soaked cotton swabs, vomiting insects choking on guts Grade school bug collection I never brought mine home to hang on bedroom wall Smell death lingering in flesh I daydreamed butterflies unable to land feed on nectar,…

  • Sing

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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…

  • 40 Degrees

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    Poem #4 of a Concrete Mary series Against the chill of morning I put on shoes and my son’s jacket Robins and sparrows scavenge seeds Call back and forth from fence to dewy ground In high grass along the fence A lone cricket chirps Squirrels and chipmunks in fur coats Do not mind the approach…

  • Remains of Summer, Mary #3

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    (poem three from a possible Concrete Mary series) Seven days remain of summer one week, a quarter of a moon before daylight gives way to night, before solstice haunts the dark, before the snow, before the ice, before the earth tilts away, before it’s too cold to fly butterflies and bees will suck the last…

  • haiku

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    winter’s coming soonlate summer feeding frenzyswarming bumble bees 9-10-20

  • Feathered corpses

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    Where have all the finches, sparrows and mockingbirds gone? I haven’t heard a chickadee for several days. Are cicadas too much competition; where can we go this time of year to escape insect sirens wailing? The woodpecker, wren and robin still visit, but my favorites have fled. I’d put out birdseed, if the squirrels would…