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humble before nature
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given a choice
let’s always to defer to nature
acknowledging our humble place
as we strive to learn
rather than conquer
decision over returning
from ‘daylight saving’
would suit our position
in the universe better
with noon being when the sun
is highest over head
until we learn the true advantages
and disasters of skewing an hour
either way
nature has its own consequences
which we often learn to our sorrow
hungry colors
streaked purple-indigo clouds flung
rude across the struggling dawn’s
as yet undercooked pinks
and mushroom beige yellows
ravenous to devour sunrise
cloud screens
cloud screens
clouds gather to gossip
wisp-disperse to pass on notes
collect again shaped as news
art screens of horse in gallop
elm trees, sailing ships or seals
or as my kindergarten son informed me
“Look, Mom, there’s a man.
See his eyes and his chin
and there, under his nose
there’s his mustard.”
turning livid
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burnished, bruised orange and gold
oozing between layered purple clouds
resting for breath on the eastern horizon
over minutes, climbing, seeping mauves
capturing bluing sky and gray clouds
infuriating them with scarlet
reach to the heavens, livid for needing
to bleed the sunrise into day
my october birdseed tray
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haiku
black-capped chickadee
chest red orange as though joyous
basks in dawn-warmed seed
hunter’s moon
hunter’s moon
hunter’s moon whitewashed
the field in the night
highlighting evergreen boughs
as though laden with snow
leaving little place for a deer
to hide
yet this morning an antlered buck
pranced through my yard
alive and well
to my relief
permission granted
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haiku
whiskered dawn stretches
languid on east’s horizon
allowing day’s start
indoor-outdoor
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images of grazing deer reflected on inane mystery
playing on my television screen remind me
there is more to learn and love in my yard
than on my idiot box
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empty tray
california quail took months
to learn to lift to the elevated seed tray
but now muscle up beside one another
crowding to feed and clear hulls
backwards with their feet
emptying the tray, leaving nothing
for smaller wrens and chickadees
i wait until the quail have fed before
setting out each morning’s seed
lizard with deformed tail
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lizard with long tail
forked and curled
into small, opposing semicircles
basking in the sun
does he worry about
his deformity?
is he accepted by other lizards?
is he a social outcast
in his world of individualists?
or is he merely warmed by the sun
and watching to catch any near-
flying insects with his agile tongue?
arched path of stars
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clear night sky
stars seen, not through mist
or haze or light pollution
but sharp, distinct
welcome as childhood friends
when the Milky Way
was near solid path
arching above me
cedar lace
cedar lace-filtered sunbeam
delicate pattern of filigreed shadow
on my palm as i capture
master artist’s light creation
before it reaches the forest floor
Van Duzer corridor
needle pliers
fir and pine, evergreen and ever gossips
wiggle and bend together in their stands
needles clack and whisper as they knit
tales of the adventures of their seedlings
whose cones were carried afar
by birds and friendly winds
and horror stories
of the foolishness of man
gray-blue greeting
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gray-blue morning
misted deep sky obscuring stars
chill fingers outside the covers
signs of autumn not coming
but here
color preparation
autumn in the air
filtering summer’s brilliant
whites and yellows to warm
rather than sizzle-hot
as though through burnt orange lens
readying us for greens to re-dress
in red, umber, beige, muted gold
buttery browns, even blue
the colors of a fire in the hearth
in preparation for winter
first courage
black-capped chickadee
at leisurely breakfast
in the birdseed tray
ignoring the wrought iron bird
that so frightened all the wild
birds when my daughter first
set out the try
it was a lesson in avian learning
for me to watch the first scrub jay
who perched at the far side of the tray
pecking with half his attention
on that dark, unmoving shape
after his first bravery
so many have followed
and are now nonchalant
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pinker than yellow-black
chill, pink morning so autumnal
i walk not in fear
of yellow jackets swarming
from their ground nests
my porch and yard
are, finally, again my own
autumn coming
some of my grass is green
the sheltered areas mostly
that moving shadow helps protect
from photons in numbers staggering
to contemplate moving in straight
lines until reflected or refracted
burn my tender leaves of grass
to brown.
chatter silence
chatter like the isolated
human click language
too fast, too nuanced
for outsiders to understand
squirrels emote, communicate
give vent – except the male
who scurries to the side of the road
as each car approaches
only to hurry back
to sit silent beside the body
of its mate or friend
who never made it across
realism with a bang
vivid brilliance, blinding
there and gone before our minds
can react and label such power
lightning
and then, low and grumbling
a guttural observation, thunder
that comes more fleetingly upon
the flare and grows more fierce
until each is upon us, overwhelming
terror
so primitive millennia of learning
accomplishments, gadgets
unwarranted pride dissolve into shaking, proper, realistic
humility