My husband's poetry

Category: nature

  • Weather report from the Eastern steppes

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    Carolina wren calls in trees weatherman promises rain by noon chill water wrung from clouds cause more leaves to fall from their perch were they pushed or coerced to leap only Vladimir’s minions know 11-20-24

  • Autumn rain

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    Rain pushed the reds, yellows and golds below water’s surface Gentle winds are stitching a new, bright, colored quilt for the pond 11-12-24

  • Meditation on a Holy Day

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    white cirrus clouds swim in blue flag waves on a pole leaves rattle goodbye to summer winter comes slow but come it will jet contrail divides the sky the promise of spring laughs on a park swing 11-3-24

  • Watching Autumn from My Lawn Chair

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    In the South Autumn falls one leaf at a time No killing frost tells trees It’s time to change No bright and glorious week before Technicolor fades to black and white Winter invades and snow and ice lays siege 10-28-24

  • Feral poet

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    (for an unnamed friend) She writes crazy and wild and spreads her scent in your front hallway, if you let her inside. She turns up her nose at Kibble & Bits, drops dead rodents and birds at your feet then saunters away like an Amazon queen. She births poems in the bushes and under the…

  • Autumn tercets

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    clad in stealth mode daylight climbs in my window birds sing the sun awake sky goes gently blue wind collects distant reveille lays it on the porch coffee in a cup crock pot simmered all night beef stew for breakfast a chilly 45 degrees feels like camping weather put a sweater on 10-15-24

  • For the fairy King and Queen

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    Yesterday, I discovered the shore of the pond in the park. Neighborhood dog walkers and joggers welcomed me with hellos. I claim it for the fairy king and queen who live across the sea. I do not care other people enjoyed the park before me and have built up a city around it. Hence forth,…

  • Asheville

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    water leaves muddy foot prints in the top most boughs of trees tomorrow tragedies will reveal themselves in debris fields of mountain streams splintered makeshift crucifixes festooned with corpses years of recovery and sunshine cannot resurrect 9-29-24

  • color of the moon

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    the moon is not made of green cheese maybe brie, gouda, provolone or mild cheddar but green is not the color of the moon. 9-26-24

  • Labor Day

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    Small limb dressed in blue-green lichen, light as balsa wood, falls at my feet, all used up, breaks into three pieces, fit for the fire. I finish my coffee, rise from my chair, go inside change my clothes, and face the day. 9-2-24