Category: nature
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grey day
grey day grey clouds grey birds grey attitude the world won’t change because you’re unhappy change your attitude become the light 12-4-23
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Neighborhood sentinel
white crested head blue grey feathered body still as a sentinel guarding the shoreline how do you stand so still out on the highway siren screams emergency get out of the way I’m coming through and still you do not move you step slowly into the water stalk sushi breakfast neck coiled tight snatch life…
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tiny acorn
tiny acorn misses my coffee cup bounces on the bench beside me rises high as a grasshopper landing unexpectedly on hot summer asphalt 12-2-23
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Plague of loblolly pines
crisp autumn morning blight of urban lawns rain needles on the ground form compact pads on the pond they stick in your screens and lawn chair webbing acidic and hard to rake only palmetto bugs thrive in their wake 11-28-23
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After the rain
last night’s gentle rain plays snare drum In the trees grateful birds sing in under brush heron hunts among cattails for breakfast green-hooded mallard cruises by waiting for Daisy Duck to appear. 11-22-23
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Monday haiku
late November blooms bright pink flowers in the park this northern boy smiles 11-20-23
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Breeze of confirmation
a breeze blew all the autumn leaves to shore surface now mirrors the sky uninterrupted pray a breeze removes dross from my heart 11-19-23
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Quietly sitting
because I walk too loud I startled you from your place among the reeds you circled cautiously overhead before you perched almost unseen in a grey tree at the edge of the field how many times have you sat quietly high up in a tree waiting for me to leave so you may return to…
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yellow haiku
last yellow leaves cling tenaciously on low branch unwilling to fall 11-15-23
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In search of daylight savings
The sun rises slow between trees over houses across from the park and sinks too soon behind the ridge of Hampton’s field. I follow my headlights into the dark Autumn 11-10-23
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