My husband's poetry

Category: nature

  • The Day After Sunday

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    cfblack
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    listening to dark fade into light blue jay, cardinal, Carolina wren celebrate survival of the night soon they’re wake the mourning dove neighbors parade their dogs past our porch I recite the name of God upon my knuckles go inside to read the news about a hurricane before the day grows too hot 7-8-24

  • Bare Feet on Cool Concrete

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    cfblack
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    along tree top boulevards sunrise dances its happy dance leaves pirouette and dip flashing light and shadows siren screams get out of my way I’m coming through rush hour drones on it has work to do northern cardinals and Carolina wrens trill in the distance no lost causes disturb their songs 7/11/24

  • night rhythms

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    cfblack
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    night rhythms all night long tree to tree call and response life calling to life I am here, come find me 7/12/24

  • mycelium haiku

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    cfblack
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    after the rain storm tiny mushroom umbrellas appear on wet ground 8/7/24

  • Conversation With A House Fly About Peace

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    cfblack
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    Dear House Fly, perched on my empty latte cup, you are welcome to my foam. If I move it to the far edge of the table, you may have your caffeine fix and I, my bit of peace.

  • The restless somnambulist

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    cfblack
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    one month from equinox cicadas go quiet days shorten Monday is Carol’s birthday Sunday some of our kids drive in for lunch scattered among five states we miss family gatherings this will have to do last night something was scratching outside our window, maybe a cat, a raccoon, I hope not a rat the older…

  • Low tide

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    cfblack
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    brackish water smells of decaying reeds and fish crabs scurry back into mud, await tide’s return crest the dunes on bare feet; walk an empty beach before sun microwaves the sand unfold a chair at water’s edge, dip feet in foam, read another horrible New Yorker academic poem where sky and water meet, brown pelican…

  • no title

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    cfblack
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    shimmering blue damsel fly hovers just beyond reach shops for breakfast in the weeds and brings me joy 5/26

  • Contentment

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    cfblack
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    cool tree shadows birds call back and forth breeze talks with leaves shakes loose a green nut and falls at my feet I do not know when is a good time for my soul to fly but a day much like today would be okay 5/27

  • Vesper nights on Edisto

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    cfblack
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    low country dusk long-legged swamp birds dress in feathered robes blue and white, black and grey along tidal creeks and on dirt roads oaks grow long moss beards owls call from darkening shadows I don’t believe in ghosts or disembodied souls but if I ever do this would be the time and place 5/27/24