My husband's poetry

Category: nature

  • The Day After Sunday

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    listening to dark fade into light blue jay, cardinal, Carolina wren celebrate survival of the night soon they’re wake the mourning dove neighbors parade their dogs past our porch I recite the name of God upon my knuckles go inside to read the news about a hurricane before the day grows too hot 7-8-24

  • ‘Song of the South’

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    cfblack
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    7/7/2024 Abandoned husk lies at my feet. Cicadas drone in trees, “The more I sing,” they say, “The closer I am to leaving.” “Come find me and let’s procreate before I become another abandoned husk.”

  • ‘Saturday Cool’

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    06/29 long shadows dappled shade jay flashes blue on fence robin and cardinal call in green morning cicadas sing descant high overhead I count my blessings on knuckled hand sip my coffee dry and go inside before heat sucks the cool from the day

  • Summertime

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    cfblack
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    (apologies to George Gershwin) Cicadas sing in trees, Come find me Sometimes it’s a lover Sometimes it’s a hungry bird Sometimes they remain unfound and sing again tomorrow 6/28/24

  • An Anole’s life

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    cfblack
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    Upside down, hidden in green Hoping a bird doesn’t see him first He waits for breakfast to be served Tail curved above its head Feast or famine – kill or be killed A lizard’s life is tough 6/5/24

  • Sheaves of Green Corn

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    cfblack
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    hot day, sitting in the shade even insects move slow bowl of mixed fruit – savor each flavor tart grape followed by cantaloupe – my favorite news out of Kenya, young lives snuffed out cloistered opposition leaders decry violence there would be less war and violence If leaders led from the front black wasp sips…

  • Midnight

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    bright, white moon night sounds in trees owl in park calls who street lights cast long shadows in the yard distance traffic going anywhere, but here I sit quiet in the dark 6/23/24

  • ‘Window Washer’

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    cfblack
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    “in the garden wet with rain” flowers rise and bloom I’ll wash your windows if you dare to see walk you through the doorway dream beneath the sky we will visit with the sun converse in silent whispers synchronize nature’s music piano concerto wet with dew our hearts in shock “no guru, no method, no…

  • Untitled

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    cfblack
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    It does not take a storm to drop a limb from a tree sometimes it is a loud crack high up in a tree on a windless day that tells you it is time to let go step clear and let it fall 6/6/24

  • haiku for mowing day in the park

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    cfblack
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    everything is green white clover blossoms mown down bright dandelions, too 5/29/24