My husband's poetry

Category: Summer

  • Mr. Wright’s Kitchen Table 1966

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    green stained gym shoes sweaty tee-shirt sticks to your back smell of wet cut grass blisters from hand shears the sun grows hot you walk faster to finish by noon Mr. Wright calls come inside pours coke over ice condensation puddles on kitchen table he offers more coke; you drink that, too he asks if…

  • Summertime

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    If you rise up before heat descends upon the day, insects still sing their high descant, while birds call back and forth, wake up, you’ve survived another night, there is work to be done. 6-29-23

  • Mungo Jerry

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    When tree leaves grow as big as your hand and tomaters appear on the vine, when cicadas are in full voice and bull frogs bellow dusk to dawn, when squirrels rest in the shadows and you glisten while sitting under a tree, when birds refuse to sing, and ice cream drips before you’re done, when…

  • late summer haiku

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    even in summer autumn and winter blow with ice cold memories 9-9-22

  • summer rain

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    Low rumble Distant thunder Light rain Sun out Somewhere There’s a rainbow Go out And see 8-8-22

  • Tanka for a hot summer night

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    sitting on the porch frogs call cadence in the dark possum waddles by neighbor’s grey cat cuts through yard late summer firefly ignites 8-7-22

  • haiku hotness

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    asphalt burns your feet day dream hot sandy beaches location matters 8-5-22

  • Dog days of summer

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    These are the dog days of summer mornings so hot frogs are silent, turtles don’t bask on banks and the insect chorus is tacit. Except for one or two still trying to attract a mate; the rest have gone to ground to snuggle and breed, died from exhaustion or just delirious from the heat. Which…

  • migrations

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    The geese have been gone two weeks now Only the heron and turtles remain. Our grandson and his girl friend fly home to Indiana Saturday. Our quiet routine returns until next summer. We miss the solitude of loneliness And the noise and bustle of family, But if we must choose between the two We will…

  • haiku howdy

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    summer lies lazy like kudzu upon a fence all heavy and green new neighbor’s brown cat looks for shade along the fence under choking vine late morning coffee familiar roasted bitter bean speaks to me of home friend in Sunday clothes a sermon is their path – mine’s a reverent cat 7-17-22