Category: nature
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Dream #1051
beach cottage dream salt air beauty sunrise walk walk until tired turn around walk back, again juxtaposed meditation against a tired voice that complains all the way home about never learning how to moderate this lonely life 3-20-21
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Praenuntius Amphibius
After night falls In the dark They call Over here! Over here! Pick me! Pick me! Before day rises In the dark They call Over here! Over here! Pick me! Pick me! Do they know The forecast calls For stormy weather? A built in weather app Would be nice Deflate larynxes Turn hormonal stew on…
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Dancing to the hits on weather channel
Wind picks up Head bangs tree tops Limb lands in yard Dangerous downbeat Two days before equinox End of winter blowout party This rave may last hours Please, no one O.D. 3-18-21
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alliterative tanka (5-7-5-7-7)
moist misty morning drizzle drip drops dim daylight whispers wet wakings murmur…murmur…murmuring rhythmic rivulets reply 3-16-21
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winter rain haikus
rain drops are blameless concentric circles collide winter weeps all day green water swimmers long-legged blue heron, grey geese and yellow pollen stamens and pistils white blossoms dancing in rain fall exhausted to ground 3-16-21
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pre-dawn haikus
frogs trilled mating songs slowly, the trees went silent one still calls at dawn waiting in the dark watching neighbors’ lights come on possum waddles home birds announce spring break tree blossoms await first light school bus squeaks, not me
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morning haikus at daughter’s kitchen table
chickens cluck in coop cat cries at granddaughter’s door cuddles her awake in an urban zoo kindness is learned behavior bunny waits its turn coffee cuts the chill long shadows on woody ground trees and sun collage 3-12-21
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a fasting poem
before darkness flees over the horizon and chill removes its coat birds anticipate dawn call out wake, wake prophecy is fulfilled light is coming the sun returns 3-10-21
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spring cleaning
I slept in this morning, because Mom kept trying to contact me from her grave Pulling me back into a dream Laying on the guilt Something about Lent And spring cleaning the kitchen Dad was calling out Alice, leave the boy alone Turn out the light and come to bed But mom kept knocking at…
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Street life
Unafraid of the night as if they own the street they strut under the street light Stand at the edge of the park deciding if they’d done enough damage for one night Car lights approach they flee into the woods lights recede One doe appears from shrubbery tears off a last bite calmly follows the…
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