Category: nature
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Mini-ice-age
(The prompt for a monthly workshop I host was ‘Sediment’. I don’t often do rhyming poems, but as I wrote my poem several rhymes appeared naturally so I went ahead and made the rhyming scheme uniform.) Beneath the sky As ancient whispers blow cold, Glaciogenic breaths take hold, Mountains carved with frozen scars, Etched by…
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You are not born a butterfly
You are not born a butterfly …bright and shiney – floating on the wind You were born a worm …crawling in the dirt – devouring, devouring, devouring Before you craved the sky 3-10-25
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Spring approaches
spring approaches weeds will be the first to green decorate perimeters we do not walk or crush underfoot hoist tiny blooms we haven’t domesticated…yet I much prefer subtle shades pastel pink, yellows and blues gentle beauty makes no demands that I acknowledge its existence 2-27-25
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Mayor of the crescent moon
crescent moon hooks sharp ends into the horizon pulls a blanket slowly over the sun campaigning for re-election Mick O’Possum waddles down the street while deer look both ways before crossing racoon scavenges trash for hors d’oeuvres feral cat strolls nonchalantly through a yard doesn’t care enough to vote 2-2-25
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haiku of warm rains
a gardener’s hands smell of light, dirt, flowers, food and abundant life 1-27-25
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after the snowcalypse haiku
Outside my window Sun melts last patches of snow I’m okay with that 1-25-25
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anti-malarial tanka
heavy air morning single drop breaks pond surface no wind, almost rain brown duck spreads wings flies away I wish the skeeters would, too 6-30-23
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