My husband's poetry

Category: nature

  • Sunday haiku

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    dreary, dreary dayrainy, rainy, rainy daydreary, rainy day 12-10-23

  • Homeward bound

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    On the far side of the water a crack and crashing. Heron takes flight. Squirrels scamper away. Large limb continues its slow crumbling towards a resting place. There is a silence – almost a reverence. Unable to discern Jung’s promised synchronicity and the wisdom of self-pruning, I down lukewarm dregs of coffee and slowly walk…

  • chilly haiku

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    cfblack
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    Frost on my windshield Argh! No scraper in glovebox Didn’t move South for that 12-12-23

  • blue haiku

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    cold, bright, morning light muddied pond after the storm reflects blue, blue sky 12-18-23

  • Carolina rain

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    cfblack
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    as the world turned round to light rain stopped falling one percentage point from starting up again tickles bare skin lone mushroom rises from brown leaves flowers shed petals moss begins antheridium dance lichen turns golden something eats the tree in our front yard from inside out mother would have enjoyed winter in a Carolina…

  • winter haiku

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    heron stalks cattails squirrels race along fence rail mallards court offshore 12-28-23

  • nothing

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    cfblack
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    nothing comes from emptiness not me, not you not the crow that calls harsh and often not the wind that chills the morning air rustles dry leaves . unwilling to fall everything comes from somewhere else why this is so I don’t know 12-30-23

  • haiku for last day of 2023

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    cfblack
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    white egret rises up green hooded drake circles brown mate heron does not flinch 12-31-23

  • Autumn tercets

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    cfblack
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    clad in stealth mode daylight climbs in my window birds sing the sun awake sky goes gently blue wind collects distant reveille lays it on the porch coffee in a cup crock pot simmered all night beef stew for breakfast a chilly 45 degrees feels like camping weather put a sweater on 10-15-24

  • Feral poet

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    (for an unnamed friend) She writes crazy and wild and spreads her scent in your front hallway, if you let her inside. She turns up her nose at Kibble & Bits, drops dead rodents and birds at your feet then saunters away like an Amazon queen. She births poems in the bushes and under the…