My husband's poetry

Category: nature

  • Life unseen

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    spawning bottom feeders dance mud swirls on surface of pond, whoo-ing owl asks questions of the woods, leaf blower drones two blocks away, car doors slam, dogs bark close and far, trucks groan on distant interstate, birds query from bush to bush, fighter jets roar in overcast sky, sirens cry on ferry road, yellow dust…

  • Beyond the trees

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    Beyond the trees daylight lingers But does not wait for me 2-23-22

  • Blue

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    Picasso paints a blue guitar, Blue flowers, blue ladies, an old man with a brown guitar Neck bent as if broken against a blue background Jared declares love is like living in a blue Delft porcelain cup Blue sapphires and bright diamonds on a blue couch, Pretending you were born with blue blood Carry a…

  • Winter

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    browning grass lack of light naked trees cold limbs on trunk tilting away tilting back, again spinning ice ball burning inside leaves on ground white hair on pillow 2-9-2022

  • in defense of naps

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    on a windless day, you attempted to meditate yourself into stillness as the earth spun at 1,000 mph orbiting a star at 66,600 mph while the star orbited in a galaxy at 536, 865 mph and all of it fleeing a big bang at 1,332,000 mph you decide to take a nap, because you believe…

  • The grooming of Daisy

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    Because they wanted Daisy to grow up straight, They displayed her in the front window And turned her inward If she leaned into the sun When her roots outgrew the pot They transplanted her in a flower bed And there she flourished until a passing stranger Pulled off her petals one by one, playing loves…

  • Days like these

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    Days of rain hold me on the porch gather in gutters clean the streets Days of rain slow and steady call moss to green birds to song Days of rain slowly drum pull the shades take a nap Days of rain wet and warm summon frogs serenade the dark 2-4-22

  • Winter haiku

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    listen quietly as tree timpani conjures sunlight to come dance 1-24-22

  • 50 degrees

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    warm winter rain tree frogs sing from our front yard to the back yard to the park and back again unaware a winter storm is coming 1-20-22

  • winter fire pit

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    Darkness sits on a park bench, puts on shoes, walks into the trees Three deer wander out to feed in neighbor’s’ yards Raccoon runs along the fence looking for an open trash can diner You stir the ashes, store chairs, go inside, take off your shoes ‘til morning 1-15-22