April 11

The Four Seasons

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Orion stands up in the sky

Silently unique snowflakes fly

Woodstove full and warmly glowing

With each moment days are growing, lips and skin dry

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Up in the sky Leo now sits

New jeweltone flowers are sunlit

Songbirds are back to raise their young

Cleansing raindrops to dance among, warming a bit.

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Scorpio rises up at night

Flowers everywhere glowing bright

Arm sleeves rolled up over shoulders

Lone bonfire ember smolders, cool sheets just right

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Pegasus marks the shorter days

Trees put on colorful displays

Through fallen leaves hiking boots crunch

Birds and butterflies by the bunch migrate away.

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(A Florette Poem)

April 9

Photo by Carl J Fichter

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)

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)

February 14

Oh Brown Shower Spider

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Oh brown shower spider

What do you do all day in here?

Catching insects I never knew were there?

Spinning webs or raising a large spider family?

Enjoying the humidity in this woodstove dried home?

Forming an army of silent patient shower spiders?

Waiting for the just perfect person to bite

to become the next world saving super hero?

Oh brown shower spider, you are welcome here.

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(A Shape Poem – as seen in the picture)

A spider has 8 legs and this poem has eight legs and eight words per leg.