Thursday, November 29, 2018

Thirty days has . . . . . . November --poems

                                            leaves  blown onto the south steps

Windy--
oak leaves settle
until the next gust hits,
& then they scatter farther down
the porch.--PL
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open window--
a passing train's whistle
on the cool night air
--Dot McLaughlin, NJ
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three generations
and the calico . . . Sunday
afternoon naps
--PL
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six-foot wingspan
the blue heron lifting
from algae-filled pond
--PL
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a vice-president's
new life as a chimney sweep
his colleagues all died
--PL
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another full moon
bigger   brighter   rounder than
any seen in childhood
--Dion O'Donnol, CA

encased in ice
limbs and lights sagging
Santa on the firetruck 
--PL




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