Category: nature
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Late afternoon haiku
bright, warm winter day piercing bird calls rise above low hum of rush hour 2-13-23
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Deep in the Detritus
Do you think the caterpillar in its cocoon upon the forest floor looked forward to being reborn with wings and sipping nectar through its nose. I much prefer their second life, but I cannot speak for them. 2-11-23
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John Dillinger visits South Carolina
Flowering bush bleeds red on brown leaves moss paints asphalt green bright morning before rain Spring does not wait for Equinox to turn the key 2-10-23
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Park bench haiku
blue sky speckled white western breeze, bringer of change forecasts cold and rain 2-1-23
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A Double kind of negative morning
In the creek behind our daughter’s house greening undergrowth, hyperactive birds, tree frog choral sound track. In a distant somewhere, a fleeing train calls out it has room for one more. Me…I sit on our daughter’s patio adrift in an ambience of now not going no where 1-31-23
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haiku rain
tree frogs harmonize descants, trills and drumming rain listen under eaves 1-30-23
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Lady of the lake
On the far side of water twenty feet from shore she stood looking at me look at her looking at me look at her… wondering why I came each morning and stood in the same place counting the name of God five times on each knuckle. I wondered why she was not standing knee deep…
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3 poems on 1-23-23
#1 Water is muddy After rain During drought Clear Of the Two, I much prefer Rain. ========================================= #2 Plastic bottle floating among weeds along the shore did the rain push you or did someone throw you in? I will wait for the wind to drive you closer to shore before I gather you up for…
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