November 14

Winter Woods

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They’re wondering about the shine out there

Mourning the fall on this frosty morning

Bare gray branches are more than they can bear

Warning us winter came without warning

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No other season questions what you know

Wait while dormant branches support snow’s weight

So strong as below acorns gray squirrels sow

Ate one, shared one, then buried the next eight

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I know winter’s magic astounds the eye

Piece of the woods covered in snow brings peace

Sky blue birds migrate past in the blue sky

Geese in their way in the v-shape of geese

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Right now’s so stunning makes me want to write

Site’s so lovely it really is a site

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(A Shadow Sonnet)

November 13

Like the pine needles

Quieting every footstep

On the asphalt path

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A long walk outside

Quiets the noise in my mind

In only moments

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Needled evergreens

Buffer the sounds of the road

The park is peaceful

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Gone from the office

Far from the water cooler

And daily grumbles

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A needed lunchtime escape

Prepared for the afternoon

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(A Haiku Sonnet)

October 16

Katydid

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Nice try katydid but you are no leaf

Stick in cold pause in the October dawn

In slow motion until the cool is gone

Soaking in the sun’s rays for some relief

Up in the boughs you may never be seen

Down on the bark you’re the only thing green

This time of year the cool morning is brief

As sun steals the chill like a sly thief

You’re a target here now so green on the bark

Sure you were safe but it’s no longer dark

As the day brightens it’s nature’s belief

It’s time to conclude your chirps and your trills

Ending the night of adventures and thrills

‘Til dark katydid, go hide on a leaf

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(A Mabini Sonnet)

August 4

Nature Distilled

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This scene is like something I’ve seen

Just look there’s a hare under there

And a tree with Medusa Hair

A sapphire diamond sky gleams

Soil layers serpentine

Giant blooms sent high in the air

Amazing life when roots aren’t there

It’s nature but there’s no green

Is that a partridge on the limb?

Not a pear so chances are slim

The wild we see distilled to shapes

It’s nature at the artist’s whim

Perhaps as the sun starts to dim

A fractured and compelling landscape.

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(French Sonnet)

August 19

Vernonia noveboracensis

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Tall purple bloom of New York Ironweed

Perched atop towering stiff eight foot stalks

Up at the level where butterfly feed

Safe far above where the deer family walks

Providing so much that native bugs need

Putting small birds near the pathway of hawks.

Vernonia noveboracensis

Flower clouds loom over garden fences.

The perennial grows wild in fields

Flowering in late summer’s shortening days

Feeding migrating butterflies and birds

Pollen and nectar this native plant yields

And seeds upon which the songbirds will graze

Useful and pretty describe in two words.

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(An Italian Sonnet)

August 21

Rainy Day

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All this month’s rain has my flowers flopping

Poorly drained soils now a slip and slide

From humidity there’s no place to hide

There’s fun to be found in puddle hopping

Endless gray skies show rain is not stopping

Cut sagging blooms sit in a vase inside

The radar show the storm’s coverage is wide

And outside just everything is sopping.

The cut flowers brighten the gloomy day

Providing sunshine when nature does not

Sound of the rain on the roof eases

For some the rain creates a time for play

And other time to get soup in the pot

For so many the gentle rain pleases.

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(An Italian Sonnet)

August 17

Pawtuckaway Paddle

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Is there anything better than sunset

Viewed from a kayak on a quiet lake?

Not sure how much more lucky one gets

Being able to take this nature break.

Sunlight for exploring, there’s a ton yet

But people head in for their burgers and steak

Perhaps to care for a homebound fun pet

Leaving only me, the herons and drake.

Silhouettes and ripples and reflections

Take shape as the sun slowly yields to night

Bugs, frogs, and bird songs rise in perfection

And bat acrobatics start to delight.

It’s here I feel a natural connection

Made possible by the pending twilight.

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(A Sicilian Sonnet)

August 16

Impatiens glandulifera

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Tall plants with pink bloom sway in traffic breeze

As they colonize wet roadside ditches

Seem to fill ecological niches

A couple months before nature’s deep freeze.

After a quick u-turn to stop the car

To get a closer look at petal count and amount

I remain clueless as to what they are.

With digital pics we’re back on our way

He drives I dive in to field guide and keys

Eager to know this late summer display.

I expected to find the name with ease

But my assumptions led me stray

Fooled by sheer numbers and presence of bees.

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(A Byron’s Sonnet)

August 3

Little Sister’s Getting Hitched

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Little sister’s engaged, oh happy day!

The cheer in her heart transcends cell phone waves

Tears run down my face replace words I can’t say

Hope and happiness alternate in waves

They compliment each other brilliantly

In teamwork and laughter their love shines through

Each wonderful, and wonderful as two

Challenges they will face resiliently

He being something quite special to this clan

Sarcasm and loyalty undeterred

And responsibility undeferred

A smart hard working military man

Oh how I wish them nothing but their dreams

And knowledge that life’s as great as it seems

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(A Burns Sonnet)

August 27

Sweet Bait

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The candy is what they really want

Details don’t attract attention at all

Brochures just bore visitors to slumber

Advice is not why they made this jaunt

It’s sugar in forms of disc, bar and ball

That gets them towards my table to lumber

Like bait to attract what’s eating the hens

Saccharine gets them out of the woodwork

Otherwise they may never come to view

For sweets they’ll even bring their friends

Avoiding my eyes they grab with a smirk

Lots of candy gone, interactions few

I’m wondering if there’s a better way

To lure people in to hear what I say.

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(A Brisbane Sonnet attempt)