Category: nature
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The knock
2 am – knock at my window. It was not a raven or ghost of anything past. The wind had shifted and it was only the rain come calling in the night. I told Wallace Stevens to wait, went out and stood on the porch, wondered if my neighbors would be upset, if rain knocked…
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two haikus for a limb lying in the grass
lichen covered limb to what heights did you attain before you fell here? I will light your pyre your fragrance to scent my clothes free the glow within 10-13-20
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October rain haikus
October rain comes tambourines the leaves, birds sing uncaged melodies October rain comes summons sleeping moss to wake dress brown dirt in green 10-11-20
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Laughing crow
sea gulls, feathered pickpockets, hover, swoop, dive, steal food and flee crow sneaks behind your back climbs into your carry-all bag chooses what he wants, walks away laughs at gulls and humans, eats supper in the sand 10-10-20
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Intercoastal waterway
above reedy channel birds soar eagle, pelican, gull egret and heron stalk on stilts silver mullet hooked through head cast again and again and again hope bigger fish will take bait at the dock flounder, red and black drum sit on ice Captain Curtis hands you fresh fillets feeds remains to birds and fish leave…
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Church of glowing wood
October autumn night moonlight and street lamps we gather in the side yard with friends around a fire Offer fallen wood to the dark smell smoke….. incense for the dead, the dying and those who tend the dying before it is their time As folks rise to go home we offer virtual handshakes, bank embers,…
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Translucent rags
After everyone had gone home only the pulsating glow of embers remained. I watched a possum walk through the yard. A woman appears in the chair next to me, wild hair, dressed in translucent rags that moved in a wind I could not feel. She says the moon is beautiful, I reply I cannot see…
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October’s slaying moon
Because night’s chill lingers in morning shadows I step off our porch, sit in light upon an old brick wall Listen as a cadenced beat portends the pillage of red stained leaves piled up upon the ground 10-3-20
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shadow
at sunrise you cast a long shadow unable to discern it shrinking at your feet you stare anyway come midday it grows again and disappears come night fall 10-1-20
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Carolina wrens
An unruly mob of squirrels used to hold rallies in our yard but not for a while Maybe, it’s because of autumn or maybe, the feral cats or maybe, because I raked the pine cones in a pile the city carried away But I’m okay with that because Carolina wrens have moved in One sits…
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