Category: nature
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Sycorax
Wisteria flowers hang full and beautiful in Spring but all Summer, Autumn and Winter they grasp and choke and choke and try to bring the tree down to its knees 4-1-25
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Sunflower haiku
broken buds bloom bright slowly wither in sunlight and seed the future 3-18-25
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Mini-ice-age
(The prompt for a monthly workshop I host was ‘Sediment’. I don’t often do rhyming poems, but as I wrote my poem several rhymes appeared naturally so I went ahead and made the rhyming scheme uniform.) Beneath the sky As ancient whispers blow cold, Glaciogenic breaths take hold, Mountains carved with frozen scars, Etched by…
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You are not born a butterfly
You are not born a butterfly …bright and shiney – floating on the wind You were born a worm …crawling in the dirt – devouring, devouring, devouring Before you craved the sky 3-10-25
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Spring approaches
spring approaches weeds will be the first to green decorate perimeters we do not walk or crush underfoot hoist tiny blooms we haven’t domesticated…yet I much prefer subtle shades pastel pink, yellows and blues gentle beauty makes no demands that I acknowledge its existence 2-27-25
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Mayor of the crescent moon
crescent moon hooks sharp ends into the horizon pulls a blanket slowly over the sun campaigning for re-election Mick O’Possum waddles down the street while deer look both ways before crossing racoon scavenges trash for hors d’oeuvres feral cat strolls nonchalantly through a yard doesn’t care enough to vote 2-2-25
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haiku of warm rains
a gardener’s hands smell of light, dirt, flowers, food and abundant life 1-27-25
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