Tag Archives: nature

Mr. Watcher

We’d sit, looking out, As the slatted line of dark pines, Long green shadows pitted in stars, Lifted and swayed, Like the evening waltz, You used to do when a cocktail or two, Had lit your flame, And on I … Continue reading

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Inside Out

  I looked outside from within and saw, The colors of a chilled November fall, But within the color of the wall the same, And falling down the scale of light it came, The feeling of some long remembered afternoon, … Continue reading

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Upon a Dreamy Snow

Driving home one evening, snow colored pink with dusk, My boy from backseat calls, what’s that dad, a cat! And stopping to the side we spy together that, for Which he wondered, a feline proud, had also stopped for us, … Continue reading

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Solitary Mockingbird on a Winter Branch

Still the air when snow becomes, When flake on flake lays down Upon the one below and comes, Another then without a sound. And crystal palaces lush, Hold every creature cold, Now thickened with the winter flush, Embrace their lover’s … Continue reading

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Kestrel on the wind

I shared the wind today, A passing kestrel hovered upon its Silver wings, likening our moment To his own small knowing Of a kindness we did partake in, This wind, and he and I then. He held himself against fair … Continue reading

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Often

Often in spaces where trees had lived and breathed, The red tail had sat in wait, With cocked head peering, The gray squirrel had halted to eat, Scratching furiously at mites Upon his tiny ears, The ants had marched northward, … Continue reading

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Stillness

Upstairs my office sits insulated to either side, Save for the large picture window filled across This winter morn with sparkling forest floor, From which rises the sentinel oaks and dark elms. Like quiet black skeletons they stare in, With … Continue reading

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