My husband's poetry

Category: tercet

  • Autumn tercets

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    cfblack
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    clad in stealth mode daylight climbs in my window birds sing the sun awake sky goes gently blue wind collects distant reveille lays it on the porch coffee in a cup crock pot simmered all night beef stew for breakfast a chilly 45 degrees feels like camping weather put a sweater on 10-15-24

  • Dopplar reading in tercets

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    cfblack
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    storms are in the forecast, crowding my news feed, lurking on the radar do deer know to hunker down, the squirrels to snuggle up, and birds to go to ground we will stay in our house, sitting on the couch, clicker in hand, hoping the internet does not go out 1-12-24