February 20, 2020

Dots dashes spots splashes

Patterns of Morse code for the bees

Moths and flies fly from skies

Descending from up in the trees

Finding sweet nectar treat

At the tail end of winter freeze

Early blooms fragrant fumes

Wake insects from their winter zzzz


Naturette Poem

8 lines with the following syllable count and rhyme scheme about small finds in nature.

6AA

8B

6CC

8B

6DD

8B

6EE

8B

January 30, 2019

Party Favors

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Silently unfurling

Sunshine and warmth for breath

Celebrating the dormant cold

Quietly and alone

Like me as snowflakes and

Mercury tumble down around.

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Metaphor and simile poem

October 18

Anemone japonica

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White Japanese Anemone blooms

When the days grow shorter

While lighting up garden rooms

Wonderful during the season’s third quarter

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How lovely are these flowers

Happiness on a stem

Hanging on into colder hours

Heroic late season gem

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Only people who dare traverse

Onto garden paths in fall

Open their eyes and are immersed

Oddly in the beauty of it all

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Nearing the end of the season

Nifty leaves change their hues

No they’re not the only reason

Needed to get out and enjoy the view.

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( A Trolaan Poem)

October 12

Night Blooming Cereus

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Single bloom filled the evening greenhouse with its scent

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Glowing in its aloneness among the many greens

Warmed by heater, cooled by ridge vent

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Oh so regal, a true hot house queen

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The fragrance designed to lure moths and bats

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Night time flyers privileged to see the show

Too bad this ecosystem is ruled by thermostat

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This bloom moths and bats will never know

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(A Goethe Stanza Poem)

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)