April 30, 2020

A common blue violet blooms in the crack of a boulder.

Success(ion)

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A seed lands, crack expands

Roots making life from hard rock

Water feeds new plant needs

In the shade of a great hemlock

Boulder becomes mineral crumbs

Roots, rock, rain in wedlock

Through sun and storms new soil forms

The tale of a forest epoch.

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A Naturette Poem. A poetry form I invented to write about a tiny detail of nature.

The 8-line poem has the following rhyme scheme and syllable count:

6AA

8B

6CC

8B

6DD

8B

6EE

8B

November 23

Winterizing

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So clever are these furry squirrels

Tails twitch, swirl, gathering food

So rude, around branches they twirl

Hurling leaves, nuts from altitude

Barking with attitude, spunky

Chunky things, feeder invaders

Compost raiders, birdseed junkies

Charm school flunkies, hawk evaders.

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(A Wreathed Octave)

July 31

Stoneleigh

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A large gray mansion built of Wissahickon schist

With 45 rooms embellished in wood grain

Is more impressive when the details aren’t missed.

Easy to be distracted by size insane

In the small details the real wonder exists

The charm of stone flowers is hard to explain

The home’s grandeur is the point some may insist

It’s these small stone blooms that keep it from mundane

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(A Sicilian Octave Poem)

July 18

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)

May 18

Iron Lace

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Curved neck I gaze up to the cloudy sky

Through lacy gazebo roof most ornate

Dark black wrought iron perforates

The leaden expectant clouds floating by

Their cargo drops, I am no longer dry

A blurry liquid world the rain creates

Dull hues brighten as it precipitates

Best find cover, thunder rumbles nearby

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(An Octave Poem)