Waterfall Tableau
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Around each corner
The din gets louder
The air gets cooler
The mist gets thicker
The plants get greener
The rocks get slicker
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Finally the last bend
Reveals the cascade
Tumbling frothy
Down the time-worn rocks
Into the deep pool
To trickle downstream
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(A Tableau Poem)
Cascade Trail
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The trail transforms from hard to soft
Looking up the sky is needled
Below my feet a tan carpet
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Moss covers rocks like a carpet
Ferns make eroded stream bank soft
Pine cones dot a trail that’s needled
*
Shoulders brushed by branches needled
Hiking boots scuff up new carpet
All the green and tan make sounds soft
*
I tread on soft, needled, carpet
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(A Tritina Poem)
Anticipation
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Just a little clue
On display by you
To see
A glimpse of the hue
Reveals color true
Maybe
Magnitude preview
Wondering who you
Will be
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(A Bergerette Poem)
Forbidden Dance
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Quaker
Ladies dancing
To the beat of the breeze
Stopping only when the music does
Ready
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(A Crapsey Cinquain)
Papaver orientale
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Floppy
Poppy
Opening wide
Concealed
Revealed
Beauty inside
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(A Brevee Poem)
New Find
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She scours the forest for hours looking for flowers
Rains showers won’t dissuade this escapade
In verdant glade she knows something grows
Here she tiptoes carefully between shades of green
*
Looking for something bright in the light that might
Delight, whites abound purples astound
No one’s around to reveal her zeal
She’ll keep seeking, fascination piquing.
*
Field guide in hand, walking the land to understand
Firsthand, to embrace her place
In this space. From ants to plants
It all enchants, but her reflection is on connection
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Finally she spots unfamiliar flowers that dot woodlot
But cannot put name to same
Without shame she opens the guide, stooping beside
New flower trailside, knowledge expanding with understanding.
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Positivity is the buzz word
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The mosquito is annoying
And there is no doubt about it
Perhaps we can live without it
With my patience they are toying
*
Masters of camping destruction
The mosquito is annoying
Being out I’m not enjoying
To avoid I need instruction
*
Surprisingly they do some good
Repellent I am deploying
The mosquito is annoying
Helping frogs into adulthood
*
I’ll think twice before destroying
Assisting with pollination
Now I say with hesitation
The mosquito is annoying
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(A Viator Poem)
What is it like to be hiking along a creek in the Vermont woods late on a June afternoon?
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Fighting
Biting
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(A Terse Verse Poem)
Cataract
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Water falls down
Gray and brown rocks
The sound roaring
Never boring
It’s pouring new spring rainfall
*
Summer brings drought
Drying out falls
Throughout hot days
Shining grays dull
Sluiceways no longer noisy
*
Icy cascade
Snow pack made fluid
Rocks fade under flow
Landing below
Where slow trickle brings new life.
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(A Yadu Poem)
Spotted Lanternfly
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They creep and crawl
Curious and confused
In a foreign land
Exploring new plants
Suitable for food
Seemingly adapted to find all leaves
Sufficient as meals and for young to roam
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They creep and crawl
Roots pushing through hardened soils
This plant these bugs know
It’s familiar scent
Repels us humans
But this new insect to the US finds
This foreign tree a postcard from home.
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(A Duodora Poem)
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