Category: nature
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Conversation with a dying cypress
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On the day before the longest night before the earth tilts back towards sun you walked high ground of cypress swamp among trunks stripped bare of green of fern, of leaf and vine You stood and asked questions of a dying cypress its root mound raised up on one side as if years ago it…
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When it rains, it pours
To the smiling little girl with blonde pigtails all tied up in red ribbons, wearing a bright yellow dress, cute little white socks, patent-leather shoes to match her daddy’s big black umbrella and a container of salt under her arm – this morning, when skies broke open and poured on the roofs, in the yards…
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fireside
Late last night, after two days of rain a friend came by to build a fire and talk around your new fire pit Wet wood won’t burn so you add charcoal fluid paper scraps and old cardboard Hoping a fire will catch and burn water and sap sizzle and pop flames dance and smoke rise…
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12/14
weekend roof rain rattle gutter pipe gurgle wet tire distant drone too wet for birds mantra it’s okay, go back to sleep 12-14-19
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haiku chill
cloud filtered sunlightrivulets meander through treesrainy morning chill 12-13-19 *Title from wife…
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after the rain
This morning you don’t know whether to enjoy the blue sky reflected in the puddle of the parking lot or lament the rust colored leaves and fast food wrapper floating in the muck 12-11-19
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recurrent dream
El Greco clouds Blot Horizon Storms spawn Corkscrew to ground Watch from hill Intoxicated Wait your turn Spin in sky Cloud risen 12-10-19
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Day 342 of 2019
In the quietude of morning autumn sleeps in and waits for the sun to chase the dew Birds and reptiles are lethargic squirrels sleep in ’til noon Dog walkers have no choice but to walk their furry masters Cat lovers let their cats outside and crawl back under blankets Video gamers are just going bed…
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Alchemy of a Dream
Standing outside a large room waiting to be called When your name is called you step inside the whole room applauds Suddenly, you don’t want to be there because you know You know who is not there and they are more deserving of accolades You step outside sit on a bench and dream You wake…
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