My husband's poetry

Category: nature

  • 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

  • The restless somnambulist

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    one month from equinox cicadas go quiet days shorten Monday is Carol’s birthday Sunday some of our kids drive in for lunch scattered among five states we miss family gatherings this will have to do last night something was scratching outside our window, maybe a cat, a raccoon, I hope not a rat the older…

  • Conversation With A House Fly About Peace

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    Dear House Fly, perched on my empty latte cup, you are welcome to my foam. If I move it to the far edge of the table, you may have your caffeine fix and I, my bit of peace. 8-9-24

  • mycelium haiku

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    after the rain storm tiny mushroom umbrellas appear on wet ground 8/7/24

  • Fading into light

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    before street lights blink off and dawn paints trees green, again cup of yogurt and a handful of pills begs me, stay a few more mornings wren and cardinal call awake, morning comes, do not tarry, there is work to be done dog on the corner barks at ghosts bare feet on concrete chills my…

  • Common Grackle

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    Quiscalus Quiscula larger than a Jay fierce yellow eyes gray, hammer-heavy bill long, black tuxedo tail glossy prismed waistcoat you dress well for a commoner 7/28/24