Short Whirligigs Poems

multicolor leaves
showers of seed whirligigs
bird nests now empty...

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shift of the leaves
slowly changing
separating  from  summer
chilling whirligigs
ready for color
dying to fall
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8/27/2022...

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aged
leaflets
gold and crisp

hued
scarlet
whirligigs

wind
briskly
blows and shakes

yard
lettuce
raked and tossed

bones
of oak
left leafless

9/14/2018...

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My brand-new garden spinner twirls
When breezes start to blow.
It joins my dancing windsock,
Strips a’flying to and fro.

The wind provides the magic 
For the whirligigs and trees,
From little puffs of air to gusts
Of varying degrees.

On days when all is still, I hope
The weather will improve 
So I will once again enjoy
All things the wind does move....

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Considering whirligigs, how they spin,
While I, I sip on my ginger and gin
Awaiting the next miracle my way,
While my hair turns ever so gray
Thinking about small wonders now,
And asking myself, quietly, “How?”


FOURTH PLACE WINNER
written July 6, 2021
for "Bite Size Poem No. 11" Poetry Contest
sponsored by Line Gauthier...

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My whirligigs are whirling
Since the wind has come to call
And my windsocks’ arms are twirling
Like they’re gearing for a brawl.

The temperature is dropping 
Back to wintertime degrees
And the gusts will not be stopping
‘Til we all begin to freeze.

Mother Nature is enjoying
Making mischief these days; hence,
‘Tween the seasons we’ll be buoying
As she laughs at our expense....

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dim and dismal green
disconnected from the sun
waiting on the rain

the leaves dull-humid
still-standing, no breeze blowing
expectant of drench

a relief of burns
the Summer cold to the touch
an austere old thing

the tinkling droplets
chime whirligigs with fancy
those cool snowy clouds

puddles with bare feet
the steam escapes the pavement
white sandals in hand

7/23/2019...

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The storm brawled with the flying rags 
of mad clowns.

Small birds exploded
in spiral sprays of feathers.

Deer slogged against a hoof tugging fright.
Raccoons clung to barn beams.

Trashcans spun like whirligigs.
Ducks sunk amid churning reeds,
the wind hurt every eye & heart.

All hid from the calamity jig.
Whirling trees danced,
in a bugaboo blow

that chased a sky around its own
wracked 
and flying red ribbons....

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Received a letter this very day; bearing a tale of woe
Words detail a love now lost; as tears begin to flow

The mind does spin as whirligigs; emotions cast about
A life of love and devotion; cast asunder; simply thrown out 

An artist knows; that paint must flow to cover a broken heart
Brush strokes wipe the pain away; pain of two lives torn apart

Bold colors display the pain he could not hide; would not hide
The canvas now reveals what the artist feels; knowing a love has died...

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