Best Waxwings Poems

Written: December 02, 2024 
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At dawn cradle, 
Dew blankets the earth, 
whispered secrets swirl among stately elms, 
a chorus...

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Neftlix, Hulu, autumn elaeagnus
thorns, small hairy buds, twigs hyper-lenticelled
fruits supposedly edible, leaves elongated, oblong
xerophytic but found in wetland
introduced species, some say invasive

Xbox is invasive
Hulu is the best source of foreign films
and foreign films represent reality better than American
although reality is not always what we're after
silliness,...

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June 11, 2016

I sit on the balcony of a research station in Georgian Bay, disconnected from the world.
The vast waters open up before me, with the rocky beach expanding off to each side,
A blue sky ahead dappled with little white tufts, the sun slowly retreating...

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CHRISTMAS – AS WE SEE IT


A sparkling white crest of new fallen snow
A bakery window laden with freshly baked pastries
Children – sledding down a hillside or skating on a frozen pond
Sleigh bells ringing on a horses harness as the sleigh swishes by
Cardinals, waxwings, and sparrows...

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The wood is stacked for winter.
One way out of the mind's limitations
is through other minds' contemplations.
The books are stacked for winter.

Yet even that cannot satisfy.
Failing to hold still for meditation
my teacher smiles, makes this observation:
The purpose of sitting's not to be satisfied

or satiated. Remain hungry,
cold,...

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Bird watchers say
 there are birds that return in spring to play
build a nest, raise their young
 but as seasons change there are always some
who stay the winter, forage for seeds
 familiar ones that cling as autumn bleeds.

The robins  well know 
 the proper...

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drunken waxwings spill
yellow belly stained crimson
with wild cherry wine...

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A breast of rocks and woods with no song
Four hundred miles of pines that endure
And a path of chocolate sand with only hoof-prints.
Cherries are red but no one comes to pick them 
And grass here takes long to brown.
Shoving my boots, I walk through the...

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Carrying a sleeping baby.
Cleaning after a successful party.

Camping beyond mountains more mountains.
Playing trumpet on the streets of New York City.

Eating although the food supply is deeply compromised.
Flying with Democrats and Republicans, evangelicals and atheists.

Flying like a fruit fly that won’t quit mating.
Cool as a hummingbird...

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Winter winds howl and rustle barren trees
As snowflakes coat like frosting and freeze 
Dawn’s early pink colors emerge in the sky
The sun starts to warmly brighten and dry

Tree tops shimmer under the golden sun
The winter magic show has now begun
A red cardinal’s perched feasting on...

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We went to the top of a mountain…up a mountain road we wound our way
because we know it’s the perfect place to watch the sun set on the day.

We never tire of watching a sunset…for each one is unique 
The sky is ever-changing as the...

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Many tiny purple-green iridescent hummingbirds go fluttering by
As cardinals, and finches are out foraging as their little hatch-lings cry
Robins proudly landing on tree branches, dancing and putting on a show
Black Crows are cackling, circling, and planning for all little birds to know

Doves are seen flying...

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Cottonwood sky
Men hunger to fly

We beat our waxwings
Against this innocent wind

Then, we ascend
To the boundaries
Of heaven

What beacon of light
Burst, as a flame,
From the warm hands of Prometheus

This morsel of bread
Shall feed hungry men

We fly, again
To the boundaries of heaven...

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The day after my Aunt Ro died
a doe approached within a few feet
as if confused about where she was
and what she should be doing.
I could neither comfort nor advise her.
I let her be not considering until later maybe
I had witnessed the transmigration of a soul.
But...

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I wake up to this early Autumn sky
Watch as the waxwings and sparrows fly

So small but so much effort a purpose and meaning to live

The autumn sky's above me now and the leaves are on the ground
A smell that's fresh is in the air and...

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