Category: nature
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Remains of Summer, Mary #3
(poem three from a possible Concrete Mary series) Seven days remain of summer one week, a quarter of a moon before daylight gives way to night, before solstice haunts the dark, before the snow, before the ice, before the earth tilts away, before it’s too cold to fly butterflies and bees will suck the last…
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Lawn ornaments (Mary #2)
(poem two from a possible Concrete Mary series) Like a drippy faucet in the next room The old gutter leaks slow on aluminum awning In the drizzle, chipmunks scurry Unafraid at the feet of a plastic owl Immovable as a straw man crucified In a field to protect ears of corn Concrete Mary still holds…
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The introvert
in the middle of green stands a trellis alone no vines, no roses, no flowers freshly painted, pristine immaculate a sentinel unable to leave its posting autumn will soon turn green brown silently, it implores spring to curve life around its frame 9-12-20
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Patio meditation for 9/11
Sitting on the back patio squirrel churs on fence Plastic owl on wall stares empty-eyed at the morning Red birdhouse in neighbor’s yard sits empty waiting for spring We have boxes to take to the new house Movers won’t come until Wednesday for furniture Overcast skies hide the sun, threaten rain Concrete Mary stands hands…
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Deep in Green
no wind cools summer robin sits on brick insects drone in trees in a pile by the curb squirrels rummage pine cones crow calls in park _____ deep in green where no one walks color trumpets over here it’s protest along the fringe emerging from shadows its beauty it’s stamina demanding to be seen 8-30-20
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Feathered corpses
Where have all the finches, sparrows and mockingbirds gone? I haven’t heard a chickadee for several days. Are cicadas too much competition; where can we go this time of year to escape insect sirens wailing? The woodpecker, wren and robin still visit, but my favorites have fled. I’d put out birdseed, if the squirrels would…
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air travel
humid overcast still air sound of flight landing or takeoff coming or going skyward it pulls you 8-25-20
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meditation on dying
before the rain before you settle in for the night you walk familiar streets admire mowed lawns limbs trimmed stacked along curbs waiting for the city to haul away _____ sweaty shirt sticks to back and belly trees touch arching green over quiet streets silence thrums just before cicadas roar _____ kudzu pulls roof and…
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haiku written from the comfort of my porch
no wind, steady rain sunrise coffee warms my soul homeless sleep in mud 8-23-20
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