The shadows under their wingsrhythmic with the breathin the tight knitted chestsof the house finches A row of raspberry males andtheir mottled mates along the deckrailing are a feathered span ofbright eyed inflection Such clear and endless strivingdraws autumn to the treetopswhere yellow poplar leavescostume as gold finches Geese are flying south their wing shadows […]
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Haibun
My daughter has asked for family history such as marriages, births and military service, yet I keep recalling my mother’s long fingers and an uncle who looked like Mick Jagger. Searching the closetFor baby books and diariesSo many old shoes
The Virtual Poetorium
Over the course of this past year I found a fun group of poets who have offered monthly group poems and a virtual open mic where all of the activities culminate in a monthly blog post with everyone’s contributions. I had the pleasure to be September’s featured poet! If you would like to read my […]
a haiku
August thirty-first30 gold finches chirpingone tropical storm
Mockingbird
Where I live was cotton field before suburban sprawl. There is a (manmade) lake and mature trees, so we have a variety of birds. One of the most prolific species is mockingbirds. So raucous and protective of the mealworms we offer at the feeders, I have nicknamed a particularly unruly male Godzilla. This is my […]
To the bee outside my kitchen window
Do not bee about my back window a prize of pollinating puffiness, a buff genus bee-ness, insecta inflectaGet to work on the tomato plants, pedal those petals, buzz those buds Don’t you understand what’s going on around here? Under much enthusiasm and gravity with its attending salty sea level my household waits for florid, thin […]
Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt #359
A haiku first linethe mix of seasons and lifeeach year on repeatspring summer fall and wintersymbols count as syllables And my husband’s: Contrails, lanes, words, ageposition, series, brands atrisk, lines mixed give course
April 28
I always feel the sky is trying to tell me something.The refrigerator, too. with its hum humming.Maybe it’s saying the pickle jar is leaking. I planted two tomato plants. The variety is called Juliet.I also planted two bell pepper plants. They are not called Romeo,but I wish they were.
The grass is
as green as moneyfertilizerweed killeraeration- yep, air is not free “The butterfly bush is working,” I exclaimed. “I saw a lady bug on it!”“But did you see a butterfly?” you asked.Picky, picky The Yoshino cherry tree out back has produced tiny cherries that I am hoping will attract cedar waxwings. In Tennessee that’s like waiting […]
Report from the Birdfeeder/Natl. Poetry Month
Inspired by Report from the Birdfeeder p. 90 in Works & Days by Bernadette Mayer Birdfeeder I am a bird feedersong bird mix on the deck railingmeal worms in the metal dishwho will get them first?this morning it was the bluebird pairyesterday it was the mockingbirdOne mockingbirdOne falling cherry blossomOne house finchTuesday I broke my […]
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