My husband's poetry

Category: weather/storms

  • Growing a tree

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    If leaf and root learn to amiably communicate they may understand one another the leaf could gather more light to feed the root and prepare the tree to survive the coming storm and save them all 5-14-23

  • Rain watcher

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    no dog walkers, no tennis players, no rim rattling gamers, birds and leaf blowers have all gone silent tires slap wet pavement, carpets of clouds rub together, static electric tympani rumbles overhead, wet snare drum plays in the trees Carol watches the Weather Channel, I sit on our porch watching the rain, wishing I’d cleaned…

  • Waiting for a pie fight

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    Sunrise 36, rain is forecasted for 10 am. Before buckets fall from atop the door in this Three Stooges movie, you get your walk in. An hour before noon, you peek out the windowblind disappointed that it hasn’t rained. 12-20-22

  • Wood Priest

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    09/29 – meditation morning walk before hurricane storms Carolina shore: temperature drops tree tops talk nervously speak only of summer distant storm unmentioned like soldiers before battle some won’t make it you look around try to remember how they laughed before the storm 9-29-22

  • Fecundity

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    after the storm broken tree leans near path amphibian drone three tone bull frog bass line a pair of mallards, a pair of geese cordon off the pond half grown leaves blossom bright green dogwood crowns edge of woods beneath my feet revelation moss effloresces birds call back and forth I am alive, I am…

  • 50 degrees

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    warm winter rain tree frogs sing from our front yard to the back yard to the park and back again unaware a winter storm is coming 1-20-22

  • storm haiku

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    morning after stormtrees shiver in chilly breezeleafy cups spill rain 9-16-21

  • Praenuntius Amphibius

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    After night falls In the dark They call Over here! Over here! Pick me! Pick me! Before day rises In the dark They call Over here! Over here! Pick me! Pick me! Do they know The forecast calls For stormy weather? A built in weather app Would be nice Deflate larynxes Turn hormonal stew on…

  • Dream Sonnet with Invisible Beats

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    (if you are a form purist, read slowly and add invisible beats in your head) 4 am foggy, storm chases street light halos, uproots forest. Trees, like celery stalks drift slowly overhead, roots dancing free. Daylight comes, two mockingbirds pirouette among pansies, rise up on porch rail, fanned tail and wings show bands of bright…

  • After the storm

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    How many drums would call us to dance or empty bellies amplify strings strung? How many flutes would the artificer hollow or drum sticks ask a blade to shape their soul? How many castanets would kiss flamenco fingers or wood blocks teach beats in grade school? If storm downed trees told chainsaws, quiet I’m not…