My husband's poetry

Category: nature

  • viradescent haiku

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    squirrel climbs fence post surveys gentle good morning leaps up into green 7-31-22

  • migrations

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    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…

  • Monday morning

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    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…

  • Birthdays

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    The last day of winter sits forlorn Next to first day of spring On our kitchen wall Only twenty four hours older But no one celebrates its coming They aren’t that much different And some years Winter looks better than spring 7-24-22

  • Glass house

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    Morning walk White-haired lady asks what goes on In the ball diamond parking lot at night The flip flops, condoms and panties I say I try not to judge She takes up where she left off I smile and say I refuse to judge you By what you did fifty years ago She blushes, looks…

  • haiku howdy

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    summer lies lazy like kudzu upon a fence all heavy and green new neighbor’s brown cat looks for shade along the fence under choking vine late morning coffee familiar roasted bitter bean speaks to me of home friend in Sunday clothes a sermon is their path – mine’s a reverent cat 7-17-22

  • haiku summer

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    squirrels still wear fur earth tilts towards summer sun comes on skeeter wings ___ colors flit and flash ask the why of common names damsel or dragon ___ pray before breakfast get your walk in early, please find some shade and sit 7-16-22

  • haiku swirls

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    overcast morning you imagine Van Gogh skies and wish you could paint 7-14-22

  • the drowning

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    On the night of her death She happily chased The moon into the sea Embraced light dancing in the surf Body shrouded in seaweed Waiting for the moon to save her 7-13-22

  • Cicadas

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    All night they sing in the trees hoping to breed and some of them breed and those that don’t, sing and they sing all night and some of them sing all morning and into the afternoon until it is night, again and you wonder do they sing in shifts or do they sing while sleeping…