Category: Summer
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hot August haikus
humid afternoon Cicadas sing…an owl hoots the woods is confused street ball on recess basketball on concrete court too damn hot to hoop children across the street laughing under lawn sprinkler why not an old man? 8-8-21
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haiku swelter
confused summer sky lightning on the horizon our yard sits in sun 7-27-21
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meditation on 15th day after vaccination
The summer the world pulled in upon itself and me Unaware you watched through leaves as I sat Alone in a chair trying to make sense of whys and hows and whens Winter came I stared out at clouds as if on childhood days Gathered in a nose, lips, chin, a brow in bare branches…
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Sunny spot
Hot summer days I sit barefoot in the shade Cool fall days I wear long sleeves and shoes Seek the sunny spot In the yard to sip coffee and think of home Of sock hats thermal underwear, gloves and warm coats Of shoveling snow On winter mornings before school Of throwing snow balls At yellow…
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Remains of Summer, Mary #3
(poem three from a possible Concrete Mary series) Seven days remain of summer one week, a quarter of a moon before daylight gives way to night, before solstice haunts the dark, before the snow, before the ice, before the earth tilts away, before it’s too cold to fly butterflies and bees will suck the last…
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Deep in Green
no wind cools summer robin sits on brick insects drone in trees in a pile by the curb squirrels rummage pine cones crow calls in park _____ deep in green where no one walks color trumpets over here it’s protest along the fringe emerging from shadows its beauty it’s stamina demanding to be seen 8-30-20
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Feathered corpses
Where have all the finches, sparrows and mockingbirds gone? I haven’t heard a chickadee for several days. Are cicadas too much competition; where can we go this time of year to escape insect sirens wailing? The woodpecker, wren and robin still visit, but my favorites have fled. I’d put out birdseed, if the squirrels would…
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summer haiku
summer’s searing sunwindless woods of shadow greenmyrtle wearing pink 8-10-20
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Summertime
Before air conditioning was a thing all doors and windows were open In the hall a box fan stirred the air moved it to the kitchen for supper Pulled weeds, hoed the garden picked worms from off the vines Rode bikes, played in the sprinkler sat in the front yard after dark Drank nickel root…
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