Hummingbird
Swing
Dancing
Within the
Small dark corners
Around the backyard
Chasse to glean silken floss
Rock-step to a mound of moss
Choreography
Of Nest building
Inside soon
Fledglings
Swing
An Arkquain Poem
May 9, 2020
Tag: Moss
June 14
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
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Shoulders brushed by branches needled
Hiking boots scuff up new carpet
All the green and tan make sounds soft
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I tread on soft, needled, carpet
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(A Tritina Poem)
April 9
Rock Garden
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Walking flat gray gravel trail hand in hand
Soft sound of ground crunching under boots
Taking in the sights along the creek and land
Observing from the canopy to roots
Trekking slowly from hilltop to wetlands
Hearing birds and their chirps, caws and toots
Suddenly something grabs my attention
The names of the plants I can’t help but mention.
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A rock garden rises next to the trail
Distracting, attracting, enchanting me
Maroon, bright green, blue covering gray shale
No flowers yet to attract the bee
Petite young leaves are anything but frail
Colors and textures abound early
On this cool gray day these are welcome sites
Nature’s vertical rock garden delights.
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(An Ottava Rima Poem)
April 1
Shades of Green
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How is it
These wispy shades of green
Find themselves tucked among flat gray knots
Of beech tree roots and frail faded aged autumn leaves
Once ordinarily overlooked
In their simplicity
Now glowing?
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(A Triquain Poem)
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