MOTH
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MOTH
Insect
Nocturnal
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Dancing near porch lights
Visiting evening blooms
Recognition by flashlight
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“Night Flying Lepidoptera”
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Monotropa uniflora
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Mystery flower
Dusty waxy translucence
Beauty facing forest soil
Emerging within
The shelter of the tree trunk
From the cradle of downed leaves
Feeding on tree roots
Enchanting woodland magic
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(A Choka Poem)
Croak
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Hiding, cooling, feeding, resting
Ambush in camouflage
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(An attempt at a Kural Poem)
No Need for Seymour
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Curvaceous evolution
In chartreuse and burgundy stripes
Beguiling and self-sufficient
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Insects find tubes irresistible
Sweet nectar filled death trap
Slippery, treacherous, efficient
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Silent still tropical carnivore
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Exciting, beautiful, mysterious
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(An Indrisos Poem)
Meditation
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Hiking is my meditation
Moving feet
Steady mind
Patterns in footfalls and birdsongs
Pause
Breathe in
Tiny flowers
Breathe out
Expansive Views
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(A Byte Poem)
First Day of Summer
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Under an umbrella of sunshine, white clover flowers rise above their own heart-shaped foliage amidst a green mat of linear leaves. They shudder in the warm gentle breeze, stopping only momentarily before vibrating again.
Bees visit flowers
Buzzing to bring life before
Mower buzzes through
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(A Haibun Poem)
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
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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)
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)
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
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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.
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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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A Picture and a Poem 