Category: Winter/ Cold
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Rush hour
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
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The last big freeze
New Year’s Day, high overhead behind partly cloudy skies jets rumble. On muddy banks turtles return to sun. Dark shells absorb energy, waken dreams of summer. Unbeguiled by a change in the weather, I mourn the ones that did not make it through the last big freeze and the citizen survivors of another missile attack…
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It’s always somewhere else
on the cold dreary day before winter solstice you daydream hot summer days and wonder why your shadow doesn’t cool your feet where two of you meet 12-20-22
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Thin air
On the Saturday morning before winter solstice, you walk along the shore watching squirrels chase each others tail up and down trunks of trees leaping from tree to tree, playing catch me if you can. _____ One misjudges its abilities and the distance between two trees, grasps at nothing, belly flops in chill water, swims…
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happy holidays
(Someday I will get these in the order they were written.–cb.) ‘Tis the season of gifts, food and Santas jangling Salvation Army bells Watching ‘A Charlie Brown Christmas,’ An American Tail and New holiday movies that become memes overnight Bags of toys that break too soon (batteries not included) NBA, NFL and bowl games on…
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Walk gently
still water reflects morning sky autumn moss grows upon path new life hides in cold stone 12-13-22
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Cassie’s hat
sunrise, thirty degrees, take your blood pressure meds and crawl back in bed 9 am, put on Cassie’s hat, grab coffee in a blue cup and walk to the park watch mallards rush to safety on the other side of the pond as you approach return from the park, your father’s voice demands to know…
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Brrrr
While she sleeps You catch up on messages and communications with friends, Prepare the coffee pot And count out your vitamins for the morning The bottom of your computer screen says 4:04 am, 35 and clear You didn’t move South for this 11-14-22
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Hoosier in the land of cotton haiku
nip in morning air thoughts of home six states away close as memories 11-13-22
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