Long Juncos Poems

In a windswept vale the tree had spread its branches
Its shale like trunk defined by weather had many wounds
One in particular had hollowed inside this stanchion
Braced against pervading skies and silk-watered lagoons
So clearly defined a...

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I like my winters "neat" ...

But they all come "on the rocks" here
So a day will come when palms will dominate my view
Instead of evergreen trees and pine cones and juniper bushes
(Though I do love...

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A frosty whitewash, whirling winter snow
smoothly shrouds a secret silent slumber.
Skies all awake, flying mosaics of row
music chirps cavort the sunset amber.
Gelid air turfs, chilled in birds of wonder
gliding through miles, unknown lands asunder.

Crackling wings...

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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...

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Imperfect world, purposeless person.
I retired to pursue perfection
learn jazz tunes, woody and herbaceous plants,
read every inch of English literature,

Scientific American and Foreign Affairs,
have an affair with an American.
Oh, and by the way, before you ask,...

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If I am not here to see
Let him in, my little chickadee
If the bell rings twice it’s a pair
Don’t shut them out, its’ not fair

If I don’t hear this little bird
He’ll fly away, not leaving...

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Just outside my window,
As I sip my morning tea,
The crossroads of the local bird world,
Rain or shine, is there to see.

It dangles from a shepherd’s crook,
A dear friend gifted me.
Squirrels climb up to have a...

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Winds rush thru the whispering pines,
To play with mantle of green;
And gossamer thread of a spider's web,
Hangs in sunlight's sheen.

Laurel leaves that crown the head,
Frame face with drops of dew;
And misty eyes with whispered sighs,
Shield...

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Around bushes, trees and pathways, race two lively squirrels 
Scurrying speedily up and down playing games of tag together
Spreading its shaggy tail one would sit up tall by taking a halt
Prying off caps, happily chomps...

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The gathered birds are making such a cacophonous sound.
It is their way of telling me they now are onward bound.

They are rounding up the young, reminding every single bird.
They are so loud I am quite...

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The chittering birds draw his attention.
He sits at the doorway watching them eat
The only thing separating them is a screen
or I am sure those birds would be dead at his feet.

He watches the sky, he...

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Cold breeze cutting to the bone
as pitter patter of sleet hit leaves.
Squirrels running around gathering acorns
blue jays, sparrows, juncos
flying tree to tree.
Fountain spraying free
in the lake 
as I walk at its side.
Leaves in winter array...

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Last year's daffodils 
greeted spring with laughter, 
waving their bright heads
at dark-eyed juncos 
who paused at the fountain 
on their journey north.

This year, we waited, watched 
their appearance in jubilation.
Yet today, dawn rain poured,
gave weight...

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