My husband's poetry

Category: nature

  • manic monday

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    Two ants, one from the east, one from the west, Scurrying back and forth on a fence rail Following chemical signposts on an invisible highway Left by those who came before Searching for something that leads to treasure That they can carry back to their hill They meet in the middle, circle one another, Exchange…

  • empty highway

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    empty highway low country dark headlights split the night center line reflectors yellow crescent moon set cruise and go 8-23-23

  • receding circles

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    receding concentric circles gently lap the shore. did a turtle crest from below, a fish leap and splash back in, or something unknown fall from the sky? Receding concentric circles gently lap the shore and take their secret with them 8-29-23

  • 400 miles north of landfall

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    before the wind before the rain before the coming storm the wood is strangely quiet Isolated bird calls out, but does not receive an answer on the corner unaware of the approaching flood a dog barks at the fence you walk under the trees wonder which ones won’t be standing tomorrow 8-30-23

  • Hosanna chainsaw

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    dog walkers reappear park staff armed with chainsaws clear limbs and damaged trees barometric pressure shoulder pain lessens emails and projects beckon me to come inside and work in the key of longing cicadas sing Hosanna chorus celebrate survival of the storm 8-31-23

  • Two haikus for a rainy day

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    even in the rain two squirrels chase each other ’round and ’round a tree I watch from the porch remembering when I’d play unafraid of rain 9-10-23

  • September morning

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    Yapping dogs share neighborhood gossip. I much prefer the gossip of birds. Anole searches fence rail for a bit of sun The forecast is for rain. Overhead a squirrel shakes a leaf into my cup. Heron stalks far side of the shore. Dogs still share their neighbor’s business. Squirrel chases anole from fence. Heron rises…

  • Jaundiced leaf

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    not all leaves are blessed with old age turn red and gold and brown some fall on a warm summer’s day yellowed, alone and exhausted 9-20-23

  • 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…

  • Autumn/Fall equinox

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    Before the world tips over towards the dark I will walk to the pond, recite the name of the Creator on my finger tips, ask for guidance and the humility to accept the answer and listen to the bull frog call out good morning to the sun. I will hope the heron visits before I…