My husband's poetry

Category: nature

  • Mini-ice-age

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    (The prompt for a monthly workshop I host was ‘Sediment’. I don’t often do rhyming poems, but as I wrote my poem several rhymes appeared naturally so I went ahead and made the rhyming scheme uniform.) Beneath the sky As ancient whispers blow cold, Glaciogenic breaths take hold, Mountains carved with frozen scars, Etched by…

  • Sunrise

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    before geese patrol their paradise swim wakes in drifting pollen patches clouds and sky struggle to find reflection in the dross of water’s mirror I have things to do before this day is through and cannot wait for pollen to sink to the bottom of the pond or clouds and sky to find their rest…

  • misty morning prayer in 5/7/5 time

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    mist upon my face holy name upon my tongue bullfrog’s low reply 4-24-23

  • Monday morning tanka

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    mist upon water surface tension is broken small circles appear tiny waves rush together drops become one with the whole 4-24-23

  • Spring approaches

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    spring approaches weeds will be the first to green decorate perimeters we do not walk or crush underfoot hoist tiny blooms we haven’t domesticated…yet I much prefer subtle shades pastel pink, yellows and blues gentle beauty makes no demands that I acknowledge its existence 2-27-25

  • You are not born a butterfly

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    You are not born a butterfly …bright and shiney – floating on the wind You were born a worm …crawling in the dirt – devouring, devouring, devouring Before you craved the sky 3-10-25

  • Morning meander

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    I walk on the paved path through the park; sit on a bench in need of paint; watch three squirrels race through last year’s leaves, chase each other up a tree, leap from limb to limb, chattering endlessly. Why I do not know. 5-1-23

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    reflected trees and sky lone Mallard drifts slowly through technicolor dream —————————————— alone in two worlds mallard dog paddles blue sky Alice’s looking glass —————————————— in sky water wake green tree leaves gently quiver upon the surface