My husband's poetry

Category: nature

  • night rhythms

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    cfblack
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    7/13/24 night rhythms all night long tree to tree call and response life calling to life I am here, come find me

  • night rhythms

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    cfblack
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    night rhythms all night long tree to tree call and response life calling to life I am here, come find me 7/12/24

  • ‘Bare Feet on Cool Concrete’

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    cfblack
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    07/11/24 along tree top boulevards sunrise dances its happy dance leaves pirouette and dip flashing light and shadows siren screams get out of my way I’m coming through rush hour drones on it has work to do northern cardinals and Carolina wrens trill in the distance no lost causes disturb their songs

  • Bare Feet on Cool Concrete

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    by

    cfblack
    in ,

    along tree top boulevards sunrise dances its happy dance leaves pirouette and dip flashing light and shadows siren screams get out of my way I’m coming through rush hour drones on it has work to do northern cardinals and Carolina wrens trill in the distance no lost causes disturb their songs 7/11/24

  • ‘The Day After Sunday’

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    cfblack
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    07/08/24 listening to dark fade into light blue jay, cardinal, Carolina wren celebrate survival of the night soon they’ll 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

  • The Day After Sunday

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    by

    cfblack
    in ,

    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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    cfblack
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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
    in

    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