Category: nature
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‘Saturday Cool’
06/29 long shadows dappled shade jay flashes blue on fence robin and cardinal call in green morning cicadas sing descant high overhead I count my blessings on knuckled hand sip my coffee dry and go inside before heat sucks the cool from the day
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‘Song of the South’
7/7/2024 Abandoned husk lies at my feet. Cicadas drone in trees, “The more I sing,” they say, “The closer I am to leaving.” “Come find me and let’s procreate before I become another abandoned husk.”
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‘The Day After Sunday’
07/08 listening to dark fade into light blue jay, cardinal, Carolina wren celebrate survival of the night soon they’ll 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
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‘Bare Feet on Cool Concrete’
07/11 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
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night rhythms
7/13 night rhythms all night long tree to tree call and response life calling to life I am here, come find me
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Calico mosquito
Cat sits in sun by empty fire pit wearing a grey and white patched coat watching squirrels watch her watch them watching her stare as if in aligned mirrors. The squirrels know she knows she cannot reach them, but she tries again and again and again, because maybe just maybe she might get lucky. April…
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South Carolina earthquake, or, Alexa, play Carole King
The bed shook in the night She took it as a sign He slept right through it Woke rested the next morning Did not wake her And left 5-9-22
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Literacy
Seagull reads the wind Maybe adapts is a better word Ruminates in sun above sand Waits for you to drop a crust of bread Snatches it before it hits ground Beach buzzard roosts mid-air Awaits another accident of intent Because it amuses you You throw another piece in its direction And again, it does not…
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haiku after darkness spins away
grey goose appears white as it rises up in flight on bright morning light 5-11-22
My husband's poetry 