Category: nature
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Rain
Morning rain rattles in gutters and drains, washes the street, pushes tired leaves from limbs, resuscitates thirsty moss. Somewhere offshore a hurricane spins, spawns riptides, pulls sand from beaches, keeps disappointed tourists inside. The forecast says the storm will miss us. But other storms more dangerous than this gather out where we can’t see. While…
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Upon a hill
Upon a hill there stands a house, Windows gaze out softly on the farm, Dawn wakes quiet as a mouse. Furrows stitch fields like hems on a blouse Each row a hymn, each row a psalm, Upon a hill there stands a house. Winds over hay, a gentle spouse, Lingers warm, protective and calm, Dawn…
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Prayers up
Movers come at 8:30 Junk/Salvage guys at 10 Suitcase is packed Coffee’s hot and fresh Patio is calling one last time Prayers up for Jasmine 9-15-25
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haiku prayer
morning sun through trees chases night’s dew from spider webs moisture weeps to ground 9-14-25
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meditation haiku
in dark shadowed woods morning light filters bright green one leaf floats to ground 9-13-25
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Tailless lizard
High above a plane glistens in fading light, crescent moon visible in blue sky. Plane and moon pass by each other or so is seems from where I sit. Tailless lizard walks by on porch screen. Does it know I cannot reach it through the screen or is its arrogance why it is a tailless…
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The spy that guards my yard
out in the yard between two trees a single strand of a spider silk like a crack on a phone screen invisible if the sunlight doesn’t fall just right its spider moves quietly between trees ensnares uninvited pests that venture in my yard 8-29-25
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haiku dawn
sun cracks like an egg yellow yolk on shades of green wet leaves sparkle dew 8-26-25
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haiku of the moon
the sun’s brilliance veils your face during daylight come the night – you shine 8-25-25
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Southern Summer Sunday
southern summers do not end until October three more months of windless days and green heat basketballs thump in the park children laugh down the street a mower tames unruly grass no hurricane spins offshore today no incessant rains I sit with a book and listen to Sunday simmer in the shade you may quarrel…
My husband's poetry 