Category: nature
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pressed cider
Mom had a friend from church who had a friend who had a cousin who sold fresh pressed cider in gallon jars at the end of his lane along the river road; she would buy a jug or two for cold evenings for a hot drink while watching Lawrence Welk. One weekend, she sent me…
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Conspiracy of trees
To keep from falling, roots reach deep, dance along the ground for air Limbs seek sunlight, search high and wide and go low when necessary Timbered land gives no witness testimony will not pass the blame or tell who tripped or poked your eye Trees talk among themselves, say here he comes, again with spade…
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meditation on a leaf
…..watch leaf detach drift to ground …..ask daylight to replay the moment …..exhausted unencumbered by connection to past …..leaf releases hold leaps into abyss …..inaudible to ears a gasping sound 12-8-20
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sunrise haiku
because light’s glare blinds stand in the shadows and watch motes dance with the wind 12-7-20
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haiku for late autumn
sock hat, gloves and coat starry sky, walk in the dark crisp the silent night 12-2-20
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slow cooker
the last cricket played his bow I wondered if he knew night would bring a killing cold the moon was full and large but I did not stay outside to watch it wake and rise dinner simmers in the kitchen I read, ‘After Ruben’ by Francisco Aragon I smell it from my chair 12-1-20
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