My husband's poetry

Category: trees

  • Mindfulness

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    Between bare boughs blooms morning glory blue and wispy clouds of angel breath. Winged silhouettes on thermals. You adrift below them on a bench. Their shadows chase along the ground. 1-3-25

  • Rush hour

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    leaves run before the wind rattle in the street where they’re going I don’t know and they did not say they tumbled over one another running before the wind trying to get away 1-12-23

  • 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…

  • Spring haiku

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    grooving in sunshine on the ground and in the trees light and shadow dance 4-14-25

  • Above the tree line

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    (“I exist in two places, here and where you are.” Margaret Atwood) I built my cabin in the mountains. Friends bring me provisions. I cook them dinner. We talk until they are bored and descend again among the living. I remain alone to feed above the tree line pulling sustenance from thin air. 4-18-25

  • Blue daylight

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    blue daylight drowns horizon’s fire only to re-ignite in the west it burns below the edge of the world and re-appears in a burst flame in eastern skies before it drowns again in blue, blue daylight 4-1-25

  • haiku for a breezy day

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    sitting on the porch watching wind dance with the trees nature’s playlist rocks 4-7-23

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    reflected trees and sky lone Mallard drifts slowly through technicolor dream —————————————— alone in two worlds mallard dog paddles blue sky Alice’s looking glass —————————————— in sky water wake green tree leaves gently quiver upon the surface

  • Focus

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    Some days all you see is dirty brown pond water focus on the attribute of reflection green trees and blue skies 5-3-23