Category: nature
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8 degrees and sunny
Sun applies sparkly sugar cookie glaze on snow; Cold beauty freezes fingers and toes; Air cuts through layered clothes. Both dogs sniff and circle, Find their spot, do their business, Strain their leashes to go inside. In cedars, birds sing back and forth. Is it shelter from wind or food in foliage? I do not…
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haiku for walking dogs in snow
They sniff in circles Not just any snow will do Damnit, just go pee 2-5-21
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haiku before neighbors wake
first light tinged orange frozen snow echo foot steps on chimneyed houses 2-3-21
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Ankle deep
With a leash in either hand I wait ankle deep in snow watch doors on houses open Wearing hooded coats and boots little humans emerge with heavy packs on their backs In silent acknowledgement of their fate they trudge by on rutted streets towards the bus stop Standing ankle deep in snow watching leashed dogs…
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First Light
Before the sun Before footprints where sidewalks hide Before the first cars cut ruts for others to follow I stare out the window At the crystalline blanket Night pulled over rich homes and poor souls Wait for plows To rumble awake and Clear the street out to the main road Soon shovels will pile Perfection…
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haiku for a snowy night
foot prints in fresh snow translucent halo porch light two sets came, none left 1-30-21
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Children of the half light
In the half light of morning you make a protein shake and try to wipe powder off your shirt. Speck of light through window blinds moves as you move. You laugh; light cannot be brushed aside; you may only choose to move into or away from illumination. 1-28-21
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Socially awkward
No one knows how it got there; If the woods encroached on its space Or whether the camellia invaded the woods. Was a seed dropped by a bird or did a gardener plant it? It doesn’t matter how, only that it blooms At the edge of a woods on a chilly winter’s day 1-19-21
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Rain
rain patter train wail water in drain pipe red birds and wrens dance in yard squirrels and feral cats are in hiding stand under a roof by the pond sip coffee from a big blue cup watch tennis ball bob In winter rain 1-15-21
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