My husband's poetry

Category: nature

  • haiku of the pond

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    damsel and dragon skim the surface looking for mosquitoes to eat 6-16-25

  • Fresh cut flowers

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    Bouquets of roses Fresh cut Look alive But are dead Sit on tables In pretty vases Wait for The compost pile Admired By the living A funeral parlor’s Sweet fragrance 6-2-25

  • haiku rinse

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    moss glows fertile green birds sing the morning awake woods drip last night’s rain 5-30-25

  • haiku for the mycelium within

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    deep within hard ground something desires to be free open up, let it out 5-29-25

  • Goose pond

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    Every year I watch you from across the pond put on a green coat, wave your hands in the sky, stand summer strong in the wind, don yellow and autumn gold, go naked for a winter bath, before you dress for spring, again. Do you watch me come each morning, prayers on finger tips slowly…

  • Estranged

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    morning prayers in the park anole in bright green bush steps out on fence rail turns brown waits for breakfast to walk by you answer the phone “Hello” – anole freezes, turns, scurries back into the bush, disappears into green belated happy birthday wishes talk of life and poetry he reads you a poem he…

  • haiku for a lazy afternoon

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    Carolina wren warbles – gentle spring shower sizzles on blacktop 5-14-25

  • Advice for the artist

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    Gather mushrooms and berries in woods. Eat at a table with the poor. Walk among the brambles where no one goes. Crawl through the underbrush. The wolf stalks the well-tread path and the popular watering hole. 5-13-25

  • Rain

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    Friday it rained. Saturday it rained. Sunday it rained. All night it rained and rained and rained and rained some more. The ground is wet. The roads are wet. The pond is high. The river has burst its banks. The forecast is for rain with more rain and continued rain. I’m tired of rain, aren’t…

  • Rock stars and groupies

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    (Poem written to the prompt, Cicadas) screaming in the night over here, over here Mojo rising looking for love seventeen years adolescence over hear my voice I’m famous now skin tight clothes strewn upon the stage any rock star will do screaming in the night 5-12-25