Category: nature
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shadow meditation
On the low wall that keeps your yard from tumbling into the road, sit….. watch sun shadows slant long across grass and into the street; leaves fall….. lonely, one at a time, their shadow stands at a distance, but….. as they drift to earth shadows race to catch them before they fall on cold ground.…
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rain check
Thanksgiving Day rain, lone bird sings in woods Siren calls in distance Watch out! We’re coming through! Everyone is staying home Empty seats in the living room Be safe, be healthy, be happy Thanksgiving Day rain drips from trees COVID canceled traditions Family gatherings on Zoom Family recipes homogenized and fortified 19th century dashes and…
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two haikus
darkness does not fall it slowly lays down to rest so it is not hurt morning does not break it wears rosy pink panties under its blue jeans 11-21-20
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resist the dying
Bright butterfly color of leaves falling. I mistook you for one until you rose up and flew. 11-19-20
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Root naga
Out in the grass up for air and light thick as a rope tethering a ship in port root anchors tree. Tells me it has as much right as grass to be here and will defy my mower if it comes too close Until trees grow legs and walk he will stay only an ax,…
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Seeker of the warm
I move my chair into the sun Ask the earth to quit spinning So I do not need to move, again 11-19-20
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yard fly
To the yard fly on our window sill We tried to shoo you out the door But you kept banging your head on the window Buzzing louder and louder Denying what you cannot see And what will not let you win 11-19-20
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Sunny spot
Hot summer days I sit barefoot in the shade Cool fall days I wear long sleeves and shoes Seek the sunny spot In the yard to sip coffee and think of home Of sock hats thermal underwear, gloves and warm coats Of shoveling snow On winter mornings before school Of throwing snow balls At yellow…
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A Bigly Branch
High in a tree a rotted branch hangs suspended in air fuel for a late night fire Afraid of falling holding on to live branches refusing to concede it has lost its battle Maybe it will fall in the middle of the night; no one to see, no one to hear no one to hurt…
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