My husband's poetry

Category: nature

  • Autumn haiku

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    yellow mixed with green leaves slowly die, nights grow long my jacket is zipped 10-20-23

  • a breeze

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    cfblack
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    a breeze gently undulates blue sky reflections and shadows along the shore almost unseen barely felt on skin real as sin reassuring as grace 10-19-23

  • Autumn morning

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    cfblack
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    blue sky floats upon still water red gold tree stands among the green crisp Autumn morning my friends enjoy the change I much prefer the heat of summer but cannot stop the roll of seasons small bird skims the pond sets reflections all a quiver energy dissipates to shore bird skims the water’s surface, again…

  • haiku for a cloudy day

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    cfblack
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    he read the morning overcast said continued he crawled back in bed 10-16-23

  • morning of two suns

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    cfblack
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    sun rises on a neighbor’s upstairs window and through trees above the chicken coop for one brilliant moment I squint into the glare of two suns and feel blessed 10-15-23

  • On the edge of night

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    cfblack
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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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    cfblack
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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