nature – Page 65 – My husband's poetry

Hacking the mycorrhizal web

Dec 15, 2020

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in wet leaves I stand under trees try to reach toes deep into mycorrhizal web hack fungal messages learn to translate maple, oak and pine in private chat rooms ask them to foretell my dying 12-15-20

Late Fall night

Dec 14, 2020

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cfblack

in Fall, night, Racial & Social justice, violence, War & Politics

Ain’t we cool Ding dong ditch Grade school tough guys On a late fall night Get a lawyer Frivolous lawsuits GOP tough guys On a late fall night Buy a gun Parade in streets White hate tough guys On a late fall night Ain’t we cool Subvert the vote Whiney-ass losers On a late fall…

Rainy day

Dec 14, 2020

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cfblack

in Belonging / Loneliness, covid, fear, friends, holidays, rain

Rain in yard, coffee on porch, Friend on phone Says hello, how are you? We talk of family, of health, Of vaccines, Grandiose post-COVID plans Last leaves launch in air In seven days Write fears on paper Consign in Solstice fire Happy Hanukkah Merry Christmas, and Kwanza, too 12-14-20

haiku

Dec 14, 2020

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cfblack

in haiku, rain, trees

because you slept intake a walk among wet treesrain falls twice in woods 12-14-20

pressed cider

Dec 12, 2020

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cfblack

in childhood, Fall, Family, food/cooking, irony, Kindness

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…

Shadows

Dec 11, 2020

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cfblack

in morning, sun, Time, trees

sunlit morning shadow trees shadow face open air opens you to come in side from sunlit morning shadow trees shadow face air opens you be fore morning be comes after noon 12-11-20

Conspiracy of trees

Dec 10, 2020

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cfblack

in humor, sun, 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…

meditation on a leaf

Dec 8, 2020

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cfblack

in beauty, nature, self transformation, trauma, trees

…..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