Category: nature
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Meditation on a duck
deep blue glow of sunlight on your green cap looks good on you tucking your neck into your chest protection against early morning chill you ignore my compliment and drift from sunlight to shadow and back again 5-3-23
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Focus
Some days all you see is dirty brown pond water focus on the attribute of reflection green trees and blue skies 5-3-23
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Morning meander
I walk on the paved path through the park; sit on a bench in need of paint; watch three squirrels race through last year’s leaves, chase each other up a tree, leap from limb to limb, chattering endlessly. Why I do not know. 5-1-23
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misty morning prayer in 5/7/5 time
mist upon my face holy name upon my tongue bullfrog’s low reply 4-24-23
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Monday morning tanka
mist upon water surface tension is broken small circles appear tiny waves rush together drops become one with the whole 4-24-23
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Sunrise
before geese patrol their paradise swim wakes in drifting pollen patches clouds and sky struggle to find reflection in the dross of water’s mirror I have things to do before this day is through and cannot wait for pollen to sink to the bottom of the pond or clouds and sky to find their rest…
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haiku of a cardinal
red flash on green branch sings sweetly, wake up, wake up springtime has returned 4-21-23
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Sunrise walking meditation
When light peeks over my neighbor’s roof, I walk in the park, recite the name of God on fingertips, say prayers for the living and the dead. In greening woods, a bird intones, high low, high low, high. From untrimmed shrubs of an empty house a reply comes, high low, high low, high. 4-19-23
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City groundskeeping 101
(soon to come: Potholes 101) This morning, in the park, everywhere, I move mowers and weed whackers seem to follow me. They cut grass and weeds and trash (they’re too lazy to pick up before they mow). If it don’t rain, the leaf blower guy will push it all into tall grass along the tree…
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