Category: nature
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Confessions of a feral poet
Mother did not want feral seeds to parachute into our yard and take root. She used to send me across the street to cut down milkweed that grew wild in the ditch. It was only later I learned monarch butterflies need feral milkweed to feed and breed and to lay their eggs upon. Now I…
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Table Rock is burning
Table Rock is burning And I worry about the scorpions That live in cabins along the ridge Tails hung curled above their heads Like crescent moons in the sooty air Will they rendezvous with their ancient cousin Who killed the hunter, Orion And be hung by Gaia Among the stars that sail The Blue Ridge…
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Blue daylight
blue daylight drowns horizon’s fire only to re-ignite in the west it burns below the edge of the world and re-appears in a burst flame in eastern skies before it drowns again in blue, blue daylight 4-1-25
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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
