Category: nature
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Descent to night
after last night’s rain you pick pine needles and leaves from the chair in your yard lay books, paper and pen on table long autumn shadows shorten quicker your cup of tea appears to remain full longer Fall’s debris fills the other chair no one is expected soon and you see no reason to prepare…
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autumn haiku for Lazarus
at the bottom of sky among dead leaves you linger rise up, walk in light 10-26-21
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haikus of autumn
before dawn shatters its lamp on the edge of the sky grey night shimmers blue sit in the half-light listen to leaves rattle death as they leap in air wheezing school bus and noisy garbage truck disturbs quiet solitude lined up side-by-side children and olive trash cans wait to be emptied dry cellulose leaves gathered…
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The therapist
Perched on a park bench a squirrel prepares a nut for eating, chews away a bit of its protective cover, rolls it over and chews some more. Eventually, he cracks it open, eats the meaty center, drops the husk, looks up from his perch and begins watching me, watch him, watching me, watch him, watching…
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Innocent bystander
On a sidewalk where song only shakes stained glass Between breakfast and lunch on Sundays Rooted in the churchyard cemetery, hung over A brick wall built to keep out unbelievers A tree hands me a note on a blood red leaf Soul skeletons are attempting an escape Unwilling to be an accomplice to a prison…
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meditation in prime numbers, #17
in crowded empty spaces thick among tall trees grow shadows cool and dark 10-24-21
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poem from the beach
How can anyone watch the far horizon curve right and left the edge of salt sea and blue sky where fishermen sail day after day and believe the world is flat? 10-23-21
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Autumn day
surrounded by journals, papers and books chill winter stalks the park blue jays squabble in a tree squirrels play tag on split rail fence all these words will not stop the world from tipping away from light but still you read and still you write awaiting the sun’s return before it has left 10-22-21
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17 grains of beach sand
bright green child’s shovel lost, alone…awaits high tide to swim out to sea 10-22-21
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