Long Sedges Poems

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Sunrise, late winter
skunk smell
turkey flock
playful otter, too.

The white heron
a great blue,
white phase,
in the abandoned beaver pond.

Purple clematis
its long-awned achenes
in globose heads
spidery, fiery, extravagant fruit!

To identify or classify
birds by
the complexity or beauty
of their songs.

And so
what is...

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She said, if I correctly recall,                  
That, for her, a sustaining love is an 
Absolute prerequisite for what...

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THE      RABBIT

A country rabbit well-versed in survival tactics in local fields near town.
A pack of town dogs thinking to have a little fun with the rabbit  -
Kick some serious...

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On Willard Creek, a marsh does lay, 
upon a soft soliloquy of a dormant day...

The moss medusa within her array,
spreads a garden green for our display...

The water lilies conveniently convey, 
as the toads watch their...

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Another day’s daylight is fading,
and the evening sunset is red;
in the pond at the end of the garden,
mating calls are starting to spread.

There’s a chorus of croaking and growling
from the suitors attracting a mate. 
The...

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Where pathways probe the lonesome place,
And foxes tease with tails to chase;
Rabbits crouch beneath the hedges,
And grey mice play amongst the sedges.

Frogs that squat on rocks in streams,
Croak their songs to pipe their dreams;
While butterflies...

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One mountain after another
The green jagged edges
Puffy clouds hither and thither
Cloud around the sedges

Clouds make love with high peaks
Holding our gaze in awe
While the lips the mountain-top seeks
Wind blows and clouds withdraw

Clouds are somewhat promiscuous
Now...

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SCENES OF A CARELESS BOYHOOD

The sound of water,escaping dams
willows,old rotten planks,slimy
posts,brickwork,old timber props
wet ditches,sedges and silvery nets
towpaths without gates,horses that
tow barges collared with crimson fringe.

Wheat and thatched cottages and cornstacks
grasses in flower,bogrush bulrush and
teazle,so tall.Bindweed,wild...

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The Windy Month of March

Along the road I strolled
With my bonnie Chlo
As cheerful as a lark
In the windy month of March,
When the wind doffed
My bunnet off.

Down the Brae I dashed
Whilst my Chloe did laugh
As I...

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Spring is imminent,
but the salt marshes 
are not aware, for
the air is cold and drear.
Patchwork of tan and gray
stretches toward the sea,
cattails and reeds bend east
in a still chilly wind.

Bayberry and rosa rugosa,
blackened as if...

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HASTILY HIDING WISELY WAITING
Flying fish are really gliding, gracefully so.
Frantically, from so many predatory piranhas.
Silkily, sliding into the most fearsome fray!
Hastily hiding, in very thick growing, sightly sedges.
Wisely waiting until the predators pass.
Satisfyingly safe, start to...

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URUBAMBA.


Chipped mountains
With the condor eyes
Flaked by some sinister
Grey hounds of the rocks.

This is a place
For reflections
Stranding together 
Some multiple fractions.

Wider vistas
Opening to alluvial lands
Geared in the high plateau
Imposing on winding river
Designs of their hoary hands.

Beyond...

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Chipped mountains
With the condor eyes
Flaked by some sinister
Grey hounds of the rocks.

This is a place
For reflections
Stranding together 
Some multiple fractions.

Wider vistas
Opening to alluvial lands
Geared in the high plateau
Imposing on winding river
Designs of their hoary hands.

Beyond...

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As sunrise silently
marinaded morningtide meadows,
our lips flowed like two streams,
merging within an exclusive estuary

so we set home upon the river bed.

At first we floated like butterflies in Babylon,
deaf to the squawks of mercenary crows,
blind to...

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A majesty up amidst the spring cold,
I watch and see the high meadow unfold,
springtime sedges, all vibrant, green, and new,
bleached gray rock, from when the glaciers passed through,
a high lake, so blue it practically gleams,
mirror-smooth...

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 Canadian geese
black cheeked... brown...  white tipped feathers
stormy ocean waves 

barnacle geese
hibernate as barnacles
for some... once a thought

starlings murmurate
whispers of countless wings
safty in numbers

hark a bittern booms
invites new life to explode
sedges obliging

quack... quack... quack...

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Less than eighty, now ... they're, unaccounted.
'Tis sad ... NEXT: the hawk hovered that founded
fresh sedges, grasslands, and deserts idyll,
God in the detail, Red-Tailed Hawk sidle,
Blitzkrieg mob by crows, females sized greater,
social-less wingers, life mono-mater,
dives...

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Soaring and swaying over craggy hills
How I long to be the mighty eagle.
Best when my strong wings stretch
And gliding, searching for food
To feed the  miniscule fledglings.


After verdant resurrection, green leaves 
Come to life, yet...

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