My husband's poetry

Category: nature

  • Urban Sun

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    An urban sun does not smudge lipstick On the collar of the sky Leave glitter on shouldered landscapes It wakes under bushes in the park Bathes like Bathsheba on the roof Slides down a flagpole in the school yard Struts on Main Street Glistens sweaty on front stoops at midday Towards evening it disappears around…

  • The conjuring

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    She asked how high do you need to stack wood in the backyard fire pit before it is classified a bonfire and do you have to light it during a seasonal full moon (with a fancy name) before you shed your clothes before a conjuring of spirits before you dance in a circle chanting incantations…

  • haiku zen of lepidopterology

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    pollinators are oblivious to theories of time management butterflies do not take geometry in school point A to point B maybe the best way to find sweetness is not through but is the garden 7-23-21

  • The leaning tree

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    You lean ever so slightly towards death Lichen climb your trunk Mushrooms bloom in last year’s leaves Offspring stand tall around you Branches intertwined support you in a wind ___ One night gravity will gather you to itself Neighbors will come stare at your body Marvel at roots grasping air ___ When everyone has gone…

  • wet morning haiku

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    breeze shaken cupped leaves pour last night’s dregs out on ground cabaletta rain 7-19-21

  • Not quite

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    overcast morning the sun did not splatter yoke along horizon not quite day not quite night waiting for rain skeeters and fire flies are confused frogs and cicadas don’t care not quite tired not quite awake time for a nap 7-19-21

  • after last night’s rain

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    because I was sleeping I do not know if cicadas sang all night they greeted me at dawn as I walked in the park coffee cup in hand the surface of the pond rippled reflected trees long shadows became light insistent life droned sonic Tinder profiles pick me, pick me, pick me 7-17-21

  • dancing in shallows

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    Just above water’s surface Sun flashes blue chrome Damselfly stalks shallows Rests on bare twigs Mates among the weeds growing along the shore Unaware and unable to control Light’s dance upon its armor It remains aloof Purified from my gaze 7-12-21

  • Mums

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    Mom said a severe pruning Helps mums blossom After July 4th, she’d trim her mums So they’d bloom brighter in the fall Today, I think I’ll cut mums tight to ground Pile stems at the curb And wait for autumn to celebrate Our pruning 7-5-21

  • Old narcissus

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    green grass runs to shore stares at its reflection a fish kisses the sky ripples make clouds dance bullfrog belly laughs in reeds I am too tired to walk to the edge and stare 6-27-21