Dichotomy
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When hardwoods yellow
people who care celebrate
softwoods yellowing concern
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Juniper
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My hen became a rooster over night
She’s missing the cock to her doodle do
About her transition I had no clue
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She crows now, no eggs now, but she’s alright
The other hens unmoved by this breakthrough
My hen became a rooster overnight
She’s missing the cock for her doodle do
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Her morning crows are welcomed with delight
I simply love this chicken through and through
To her own self she has remained true
My hen became a rooster over night
She’s missing the cock for her doodle do
About her transition I had no clue
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(A Madrigal Poem)
Second Life
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I can imagine
The gentle clatter
This leaf made when it
Tumbled to the ground
Brown paper bag stiff
The softest of sound
Tapping the gravel
Becoming earthbound
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The softening starts
Rain penetrating
Intricate patterns
Of complex leaf parts
Wearing down that which
Is root counterpart
Though the leaf is downed
New life it has found
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(An Octameter Poem)
Magnolia
Beauty
when in full bloom
appreciated just
for existing beautifully
age comes
admiration diminishes
but to some open minds
beautiful is
always
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Spring Daze
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The dogwood blooms in early May
Old leaves decay
Soft bees take flight
There’s more sunlight
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New spring is dressed in subtle hues
Soft pinks, pale blues
Enhancing fast
As months go past
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With rapid speed the colors shift
The change is swift
From pale to bright
With growing light.
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(A Minute Poem)
Pasque Flower
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Soft purple flowers detract
From the gloomy gray
Of a spring yet to arrive
To push cold away.
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Perhaps the reason
For this bright floral drama
Is to fool seasons.
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(A Seguidilla Poem)
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)
Change is on the way
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Skunk cabbage! The first sign that spring
Is just a few sunsets away,
It’s mottled flowers reminding
To set the clocks forward timing
Transition to new kinds of play.
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Near time to stow board and bindings
Pull tent and bike from where they stay
Prepare for warm weather hiking.
Don’t yet put snow gear in hiding
Maybe we’ll still have a snow day.
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(A Copla Real Poem)
No worries, I Have Big Shoes
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Why would someone use that old phrase
about having big shoes to fill?
Just boggles the mind even still.
Who uses that statement these days?
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I’ll set you straight with no delays,
see these size 12s are filled with skill.
Why would someone use that old phrase
About having big shoes to fill?
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So how about sharing praise,
don’t talk of people’s shoes to fill,
and explain to me, if you will,
why someone would use that old phrase.
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(A Rondel Poem)
A Picture and a Poem 