Category: nature
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dragonfly haiku
blue skeeter eater on a bush, sits next to me looking for breakfast 7-5-23
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the Monday after June 29th
The woods is strangely Quiet this morning No insect drone Few birds calling from the bush Dog on the corner Barks at anything that moves Maybe it’s the heat Maybe it’s the coming storm Distance owl calls Who? Who? 7-3-23
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Mud dauber
because it heard your head is full of mush mud dauber swirls around your face looking for a way in to build a nest you do not swat you walk away and live to fight another day 6-30-23
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Summertime
If you rise up before heat descends upon the day, insects still sing their high descant, while birds call back and forth, wake up, you’ve survived another night, there is work to be done. 6-29-23
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Night stalks on cat feet
Late at night you sit on the porch. Distant low traffic drone harmonizes with high insect songs. Bare feet gather in sunlight from warm concrete. In the middle of the street the neighbor’s grey cat stands, stares up at an old man on a porch. If she weren’t so skittish, you’d invite her up to…
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moon rise
just because earthquakes shake mountains and they tumble to the sea is not a good enough reason to stay in the valley and not approach the stars rise up like an eagle the moon has something to whisper in your ear 6-15-23
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startled heron
you clear your throat a startled heron rises up from weeds flies to the other side of the pond begins slowly stalking shallow water, again hunger gives the skittish courage 6-15-23
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morning tanka
Mother Nature yawns birds call back and forth in trees lone bullfrog sings bass songversation on park bench woodpecker knocks, let him in 6-14-23
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haiku rain
slow rain 3 am nuanced dripping flow of sound siren’s sad refrain 6-8-23
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Cat lady
middle of road hands in air angry, sad, devastated bends down gathers up limp kitten no crows or buzzards will pick its bones 6-5-23
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