My husband's poetry

Category: nature

  • setting sun

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    winter sun low angle rays gold-plated trees shimmer in the southwest 1-25-23

  • cold snap haiku

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    Deep South sunny sky, but still it is cold as hell Curse you, Canada 1-24-23

  • 3 poems on 1-23-23

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    #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…

  • Along the fence line

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    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

  • Augury

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    Because there are no worms or flies this time of year, I will not begrudge a murder of crows a careless squirrel, lying dead in the road. Every once in awhile an easy meal’s okay. Maybe they’ll be more cautious than roadkill squirrels and won’t adorn a grille 1-18-23

  • Rush hour

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    leaves run before the wind rattle in the street where they’re going I don’t know and they did not say they tumbled over one another running before the wind trying to get away 1-12-23

  • Through trees

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    through trees on the far side of the park you see a white house, just a bedroom window you wonder is this a spare room, or is someone sleeping there 1-2-23

  • The last big freeze

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    New Year’s Day, high overhead behind partly cloudy skies jets rumble. On muddy banks turtles return to sun. Dark shells absorb energy, waken dreams of summer. Unbeguiled by a change in the weather, I mourn the ones that did not make it through the last big freeze and the citizen survivors of another missile attack…

  • Mindfulness

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    Between bare boughs blooms morning glory blue and wispy clouds of angel breath. Winged silhouettes on thermals. You adrift below them on a bench. Their shadows chase along the ground. 1-3-25

  • Cut flowers

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    “And I won’t forget to put roses on your grave” (Rolling Stones) cut flowers in a vase already dead we keep them only until their death can no longer be denied and throw them in the trash because they will not grow it seems strange to gift my lover a bouquet, because she enjoys the…