My husband's poetry

Category: nature

  • approaching autumn tanka

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    maybe it’s early but I miss long-legged spiders nets from bush to bush mating and filling larders in advance of winter death 9-5-22

  • Deep blue heron

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    On mornings When fishing is better On the close bank We startle one another I, heavy-footed Coffee cup in hand You, wading the shallows All long legged Rising up to flee Heading west Turning north Over the tennis courts I prefer mornings When we don’t startle one another I watch as you patiently pluck The…

  • late summer haiku

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    even in summer autumn and winter blow with ice cold memories 9-9-22

  • Water talk

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    a pond shares from deep within a river brings news from beyond the hill somedays, I much prefer a river it waves, calls out a greeting and moves on. 9-13-22

  • Overture to a space rock opera

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    I want to find a meteor half buried near the one pine cone squirrels have not yet torn apart in my backyard I want to hold it in my hand look for a shipping label to see whether it came from infinity or beyond I want to read the searing Spock left in the form…

  • The grocery store is always open

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    In the magic hour between possum waddle and coyote strut raccoons feast on food left out for feral cats skulking along the fence line, Fourth of July fireworks two nights before fall equinox could be mistaken for gunfire, but sirens and blue lights do not arrive You push the trash can to the street and…

  • Battle of the Equinox

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    The pond grows strangely quiet, Geese and goslings fled weeks ago, Cicadas no longer sing of love, Sated bullfrogs sleep in, Turtles are not sunning on the bank, Fish refuse to break the surface, The heron has gone hunting elsewhere. Autumn equinox arrives tomorrow, Draws depression’s curtain and Reminds us night will overwhelm the day.…

  • Waiting for Merlin’s call

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    The first day of Autumn doesn’t seem that much different from the last day of Summer, but you can’t stop thinking of aging and the miracles of ancient beliefs You wait for the alchemy of a warlock’s call telling you a negative is a positive and a wonderful excuse for a celebratory feast at an…

  • For lack of sunlight

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    the tree in our yard no longer green rains gold from the sky seesawing back and forth on its way to ground beautiful in the moment it’s not dead only changed awaits transition leaves turn palms up supplicate the wind to carry it away 11-20-25

  • heirloom flowers

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    He wrote that summers he hayed the fields with his grandfather, walked the woods, looked for blackberries to pick, careful not to step in old root cellars, watched for hollyhocks that foreshadowed ruins of a farmhouse where a long dead farmer’s wife planted flowers by the door, while her long dead husband worked the fields…