My husband's poetry

Category: nature

  • Sheaves of Green Corn

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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

  • Contentment

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    cfblack
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    cool tree shadows birds call back and forth breeze talks with leaves shakes loose a green nut and falls at my feet I do not know when is a good time for my soul to fly but a day much like today would be okay 5/27/24

  • Vesper nights on Edisto

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    low country dusk long-legged swamp birds dress in feathered robes blue and white, black and grey along tidal creeks and on dirt roads oaks grow long moss beards owls call from darkening shadows I don’t believe in ghosts or disembodied souls but if I ever do this would be the time and place 5/27/24

  • Low tide

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    cfblack
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    brackish water smells of decaying reeds and fish crabs scurry back into mud, await tide’s return crest the dunes on bare feet; walk an empty beach before sun microwaves the sand unfold a chair at water’s edge, dip feet in foam, read another horrible New Yorker academic poem where sky and water meet, brown pelican…

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    cfblack
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    shimmering blue damsel fly hovers just beyond reach shops for breakfast in the weeds and brings me joy 5/26/24

  • spring haiku

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    latent amidst green lives autumn’s colors and death waiting for its time 5/27/24