Category: nature
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Blossom Whine
What grand intelligence is thisthat sends its tiny armies to invadeuntil every head is rent? What shameful mockerybids us to hold our faces highwithout support? We, who would preen on every breeze?But left unblessed, we droopand sigh instead. There must have been some reasonto craft blooms which must bestaked or…
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Miracles
I looked for you againin the garden, as I haveeach year when the light grows longupon the grass,remembering that momentwhen you lit upon my knuckle,your tatted wings the hue ofripened limes,and eyes like orchid beads,and wondered what you were,what passing phase—youth or age or in between—delivered you to me,and felt…
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Motherhood
(for Vincent) Within each stroke,a shard of glass,each hue,a brittle stain. Nature, awed, cedes her brush,bows her head,and weeps. ©2025 All Rights Reserved
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Remember
Almost lost amidst dead leavesand severed limbs,a nest felled by the storm,barely more than twigs. On other walks, it would have beena mass to be avoided,side-stepped in the rain.But reason,shamed by distant fluttering,let sentiment compela search for lifewithin that sodden lump,so plainly delicate and still. How to quell despair,when prodding…
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Bling
No one could have been more surprised than Beatrice when her last offspring emerged from its shell covered in silver sequins. Neither she nor the little one’s father, Norbert, came from a family of glittery birds, yet there amongst her downy brood was a tiny, squawking sparkler. Norbert tried not…
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Courtship
I caught you grooming earlier,nose fixed to your fur,engrossed in washing cheeksand nether regions,intent on looking clean,and sharp, and ablefor a doebehind a rose bush,shyly peering out. When both of you had gone,I spread a lovers’ feastof leafy greens and ripened berriesthrough the clover,knowing you’d returnwhen no one would be…
