My husband's poetry

Category: nature

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

  • Good citizens

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    clothes in the washer wind in the trees rain in the forecast crows pick at roadkill I’m in our side yard thinking of soldiers on every side good citizens following orders from someone who does not fight cannon fodder stripped of identity kill or be killed- statistics of war 2-24-24

  • Memories

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    in bare trees high overhead squirrels chase shadows on the ground and do not make a sound In last year’s dead leaves 2-21-24

  • Primary season in the South

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    South Carolina Spring cable news pundit turtles rise up from pond muck to sit in the sun geese return with loud honking neighbors feed them stale bread telemarketers gather at your feet demand you feed them, too leave greasy goose shit wherever they go 2-15-2024

  • an inconsiderate act

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    I broke a tiny bud from a limb I did not hear it scream I don’t know why I just did I cannot glue it back or heal the wound it bleeds green in the sun 2-14-2024

  • Winter morning haiku

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    mute black birds shiver mist laden breeze on cat feet softly wets my face 2-5-2024