My husband's poetry

Category: nature

  • On the edge of night

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    dawn paints green trees color of the sun afraid to abandon warm water vapor rises up haunts pond’s surface slowly disappears in cool air Autumn’s first leaves drift by unafraid of ghosts 10-9-23

  • circles

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    on a chilly, sunlit morning the surface of the pond reveals what I do not know circles in reflected sky moving towards shore let me know it was here 10-8-23

  • Autumn

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    deep in the South leaves do not fear a killing frost they starve and whither from want of light the chill of northern winds I do not miss but Jacob’s many colored coat draped on morning’s shoulders would look nice 10-6-23

  • Truth?

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    I do not know the difference between an omen, an augury or happenstance and don’t believe the dictionary’s testimony is the only truth or final word this morning, after prayer a coal black humming bird hovered near my head, landed on a small branch, sat still, stared at me a bit, then rose up, hovered…

  • Vertigo in a crowded room

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    cfblack
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    gyroscopic mud ball spins on its axis, revolves around a star whirling out from its galaxy core giddy toddler pirouettes in the living room, spins until they fall in laughter upon the floor 10-5-23

  • manic Monday

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    Two ants, one from the east, one from the west, Scurry back and forth on a fence rail Follow chemical signposts on an invisible highway Left by those who came before Search for anything that leads to treasure They can carry back to their hill Meet in the middle, circle one another, Exchange professional courtesies…

  • Saluda Shoals

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    quietly, an anole blends into its surroundings does not call attention to itself joyfully left alone to safely go on about it’s business 10-1-23

  • Tag

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    one brown mallard swims circles on the pond soon a green hooded drake or two may come play tag until she makes her choice they’ll settle down, spend winter playing house upon the shore I wonder what brought her to this pond and how the drakes knew where to find her 9-29-23

  • It looks like rain today

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    cfblack
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    It looks like rain today Cloudy, grey, pregnant skies The forecast says rain today I think it’s going to rain today Maybe it will; maybe it won’t But I think it’s going to rain today It feels like rain today Leaves turned up in supplication I believe it’s going to rain today (Randy Newman rocks)…

  • Hop like an amphibian

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    09/22 – epigraph: “And it won’t matter now/ Whatever happens will be/ Though the air speaks of all we’ll never be/ It won’t trouble me” (from ‘All I Want’ by Toad the Wet Sprocket) most mornings, before the sun grows hot I walk in dewy grass among amphibians they hop one step ahead of my…