Category: nature
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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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Along the fence line
On a winter day I asked the bare bush that invades the fence line near water’s edge about spring and the bright green anoles that chase along the rail and flush their necks coral pink hoping nubile anoles might see. It replied, “Soon, old man, soon” 1-19-23
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