September 18

Sicyos angulatus

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The bur cucumber

Winds its way

Across fence lumber

Tendrils stray

*

An annual vine

On display

Hairy stems that twine

Prevent sway

*

Flowers licked by bees

On pathway

Spiny fruits don’t please

Deer today.

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(A Cromorna Poem)

May 7

Wildflower Wander

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With my sweetheart Wandering winded along a

Winding wooded path of

Waving wild flowers in the

Warming weather without

Worry and wearing wonder welcoming the

Wisdom of this wildflower wilderness and

Woodland with towering white oak.

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(A Tongue Twister Poem)

March 22

I See A Smile

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                                          Blithe

                                        Boulder

                                      Wearing a

                                New white hat of

                                        Snow

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(A Lanturne Poem)

March 12

Change is on the way

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Skunk cabbage! The first sign that spring

Is just a few sunsets away,

It’s mottled flowers reminding

To set the clocks forward timing

Transition to new kinds of play.

*

Near time to stow board and bindings

Pull tent and bike from where they stay

Prepare for warm weather hiking.

Don’t yet put snow gear in hiding

Maybe we’ll still have a snow day.

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(A Copla Real Poem)

January 27

Woodland Hike on a Warm Winter Day

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Slick mud

Boot prints, paw prints, bike tracks

Damp fall leaves not yet decomposed

Ice in the most shady and tucked away spots

Rocks in the trail decorated with the dried patterns of sneakers and boots.

Frozen waterfalls slowly eroding in warming drops.

Layers of fleece and wool and down.

Hiking boots laced tight

Pant legs folded up three turns.

Slippery trails filled with people and

Dogs on leashes

Bright blue sky

Rock climbers on belay

Cliff drops above

Creek burbles and winds and runs below.

Sliding down to shore, hoisting up to ridge

Bare branches

Exposed roots

Red brown rocks

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(A list poem)