the laurel sways the golden patch of leaves above shadowed green shifts by veins and inches far beyond the Douglas Fir first curls of marine layer have risen are rising too slow to be seen in an instant there’s stillness…
Tag: urban nature
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white streaks & splotches of berry purple blood, blue skin tire -squashed and no birds still visible in the telephone-pole laurel above_ their singing amplified to the rhythm of squawk turning scream when the cat comes out and in the red…
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that cat lifts the sun to my hand; he gathered it in his bituminous fur and now he stretches on his back legs—up—to be caressed Related articles The Slow Language of Sculpture, the Fast Language of Words(themillions.com) The Ruth Stone…
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no one sees the bird bending the pane leaving a ray of waste and waves of Bang Related articles Gerry McFarland(kathleenflenniken.com) National Poetry Month Is Here Again!(poetryfoundation.org)
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across the vinyl gold threshold from the preprepregame show, wet green leaves bow between, beyond exposed cedar posts Related articles small stone Sunday – cherry cake & being busy(writingourwayhome.com) small stone Day Twenty-Nine – What Next?(writingourwayhome.com) How are you getting…
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first magpie of the year beats its tail on the air wings folded close, it stands two dark tiles down the roof from the curve of melting snow Related articles A Month of Mindful Writing(mlissabeth.wordpress.com) Birdhouse Roof Tile: Cozy Nesting…