My husband's poetry

Category: Spring

  • The day before

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    1) The ebb and flow of tide changes the shoreline, laps high up on dunes. Turtles lay eggs in sand. Walk careful, do not disturb those still waiting to be born. 2) An old man stands in hot sand trying to keep grit out of his shoes. Another year to plan the future. On the…

  • after the equinox

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    On the second day of Spring 2 Baha, 180 B.E. Offer a prayer for a friend having surgery Go to the gym Buy Carol a strong, large coffee on the way home Take a walking meditation in the park Bumblebees imbibe at the Azalea Bush Bar Turtles sun themselves on a muddy beach No mallards,…

  • Green

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    Spring Green,, Wet Green, Green before flowers bloom Green mornings, Green days Green grass Green trees, Green undergrowth Green shrubs Green moss, Green garden Green weeds, Green upon Green upon Green upon Green Lush, Fecund Green 4-16-23

  • City groundskeeping 101

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    (soon to come: Potholes 101) This morning, in the park, everywhere, I move mowers and weed whackers seem to follow me. They cut grass and weeds and trash (they’re too lazy to pick up before they mow). If it don’t rain, the leaf blower guy will push it all into tall grass along the tree…

  • haiku of a cardinal

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    red flash on green branch sings sweetly, wake up, wake up springtime has returned 4-21-23

  • Spring approaches

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    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

  • Spring haiku

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    tree frogs sing off stage squirrels pole dance in side yard blue jays rage in bush 4-30-22

  • green haiku

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    smell of fresh cut grass small birds pick among scythed plants you among days gone 4-25-22