My husband's poetry

Category: nature

  • Companionship

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    twelve turtles – meat on the half-shell ever vigilant, sunning on the bank they do not talk or sip coffee just need a bit of companionship if you cough or walk too loud they quickly slide back into the water twelve turtles – meat on the half-shell ever vigilant, sunning on the bank 3-11-24

  • Saturday rain

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    after rain strange bird swims upon water large bill and long neck geese and mallards glide to the other side and give it space only the heron seems unconcerned gentle rain returns concentric circles replicate to shore water fowl, turtles and frogs rejoice I walk home in the rain 3-9-24

  • Spring haiku

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    sunrise tree frogs sing about long legs and warm nights hormones and tadpoles 3-8-24

  • the last haiku of autumn

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    cfblack
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    glitter in the sun breeze quivers last year’s dry leaves high up in the trees 3-8-24

  • haiku turtles

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    cfblack
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    periscoping necksturtles cruise murky waterno sun baths today 3-4-24

  • Wet walking

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    water drips from trees, drum rhythm all its own under a shelter by the pond rain returns beneath a lachrymal sky dimples wink open and closed oblivious to rain a pair of geese drift by you drain your coffee dry and step back into the wet 3-1-24

  • Monday morning haiku

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    blue and white quilted sky dead, brown leaves on green, green grass red winter blossoms 2-28-2024

  • Pantomime of Jays

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    Two geese court on the pond. Solitary squirrel chases shadows in dry leaves. Mourning dove coos it’s sad, lonely call from the woods. Cardinals call from park to neighbor’s house and back, again. A party of blue jays silently celebrate In trees above your head Feral cat stares at squirrel, looks up at birds and…

  • In the garden

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    they say this is the year of the Dragon pishhh…why not call election years the year of the Rat ya know – the kind of rat that eats the core and leaves the scraps no more animal totems or mythology to explain prehistoric bones bleaching in the sun give me a thousand years of the…

  • haiku pine

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    loblolly hurls conesnot wanting to fight todayI slowly walk on 2-25-24