Category: nature
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Haiku without the arbitrary 5/7/5 syllable count
green piney scrub above alluvial plain on grey stone face 9-22-20
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travel haiku
puff ball cotton clouds concrete ribbon wrapped mountains green day commute home 9-19-20
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40 Degrees
Poem #4 of a Concrete Mary series Against the chill of morning I put on shoes and my son’s jacket Robins and sparrows scavenge seeds Call back and forth from fence to dewy ground In high grass along the fence A lone cricket chirps Squirrels and chipmunks in fur coats Do not mind the approach…
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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…
