Category: nature
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Day old Tang
On the western edge of Eastern Time Pink and lavender clouds curtain the horizon You race west into the sunset Before your cell phone clock Back flips into Central Time You haven’t bothered to calculate the spin And tilt of the earth, the angle And slope of the road or the speed of your car,…
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summer rain
Low rumble Distant thunder Light rain Sun out Somewhere There’s a rainbow Go out And see 8-8-22
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night sounds
I am a thought of the green frog that hides in a tree in our front yard calling out come find me 8-7-22
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Tanka for a hot summer night
sitting on the porch frogs call cadence in the dark possum waddles by neighbor’s grey cat cuts through yard late summer firefly ignites 8-7-22
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Blue coffee cup
Before deep shadows grow into bright my blue coffee cup and I go for a walk. Red breasted robin lands at my feet, ambles forward on spindly legs in front of me. I veer left towards the pond; it rises up and flies off to my right. Birds don’t talk human and I don’t tweet…
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haiku hotness
asphalt burns your feet day dream hot sandy beaches location matters 8-5-22
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Dog days of summer
These are the dog days of summer mornings so hot frogs are silent, turtles don’t bask on banks and the insect chorus is tacit. Except for one or two still trying to attract a mate; the rest have gone to ground to snuggle and breed, died from exhaustion or just delirious from the heat. Which…
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viradescent haiku
squirrel climbs fence post surveys gentle good morning leaps up into green 7-31-22
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migrations
The geese have been gone two weeks now Only the heron and turtles remain. Our grandson and his girl friend fly home to Indiana Saturday. Our quiet routine returns until next summer. We miss the solitude of loneliness And the noise and bustle of family, But if we must choose between the two We will…
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Monday morning
He stirs last night’s ash Blows a spark to flame Sips his coffee warm Nods to the night shift nurse, who goes four times around the park Smiles at the muscle shirt dude Who walks three dogs and never scoops Greets the bright colored walking stick lady All dressed in white Watches an anole race…
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