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
Name Changes
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Funny how scientists can change
names of some plants in an instant
wonder if the plants think it’s strange
nomenclature inconsistent
wonder if they are resistant
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Lemons I Grew Myself
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Sweet delicious and lemony
much larger than those at the store
straight from my living room tree
after waiting a year or more
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I mistakenly referred to these as limes in an earlier poem… turns out they are enormous lemons!
Fig
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Sticky fig needs a wasp to fruit
Otherwise it’s all leaves and root
This fact the squeamish may dispute
Tiny wasp pollinates
Leaves eggs and wings along her route
In fig’s sweet flesh, tastes great.
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(A Burns Stanza or Standard Habbie)
Clematis
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A Fibonacci spiral of seed heads
A stalled hurricane of potential
Waiting for a breezy boost to soil beds
Patience and timing are essential
For creating purple flowers widespread
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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)
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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Cercidiphyllum japonicum
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Autumn is showing!
Magic is in the air
Colors are glowing
No season can compare
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Magic is in the air
The fragrance of love
Is just everywhere
Below and above
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Colors are glowing
Most everyone can see
Smell is mind blowing
Lost on so many
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No season can compare
Vanilla filled sky
You miss if unaware
Not just for the eye.
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(A Quadrilew Poem)
Hibiscus moscheutos
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Hibiscus flowers sparkle in the sun
Enormous blossoms undulate freely
Perennial and bold, astonishing
Like crepe, exquisite, splendid, delicate
Extraordinary and ordinary
Intensely colored designed for display
The bees can’t get enough pollen gold
And branches bend beneath the flowers’ heft
Each bloom’s display lasts only a day
But followed by another rapidly
The shriveled shuttlecock flowers tumble
To earth awaiting decomposition
As others take their places high above
Just filling the summer with amazing.
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Natural Art
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As intricate as the patterns on a quilt
Subtle color, fine beauty beyond belief
Like an old stained glass window complete with gilt
Fascinating as a headdress on a chief
As complicated as the new building built
Textured like mosaic or bas relief
Reflecting sunlight like a jewelry box spilt
How can anyone think this is just a leaf?
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(An Italian Octave)
A Picture and a Poem 