Showing posts with label crows. Show all posts
Showing posts with label crows. Show all posts

Thursday, October 9, 2014

What's gotten into the crows? Why are they so noisy?

505 Spring St., Eureka Springs in October - PL
 
fishing off the dock
taking time
to clear her mind
 
[picture: M.S. Gerrits, AD-G]
~~
 
she buys
a high-waisted panty shaper
and a candy bar
~~

baby bumblebee
visits
dianthus
and wandering jew
blossoms
~~
on the porch
waiting
for the promised rain
~~
crows
behind me
speaking
in long
sentences
~~
robins
involved
in something
upsetting or exciting

making plans
to migrate?
or protesting
the obnoxious
crows?
~~

c 2014, Pat Laster dba lovepat press 


Thursday, November 21, 2013

Ambience of autumn - poems

scenic moountain road
the pines' understory
all colors of fall
~~~~

unlawful
to blow leaves into the street
what about the wind?
~~~~

male cardinal
feasting on beautyberries--
windy autumn day
~~~~

Acorns
fall and windchimes
play. The cats chase oak leaves
skittering across the porch, and
acorns.
~~~~

An oak
leaf falls, is caught
in the mini-rose bush.
Two pots of pansies finally come
alive.
~~~~

Two crows
carp at something
near the pecan tree, which
reminds me: gather the fallen
pecans.
~~~~

Three crows
span the roadway
this early fall morning.
Whatever do they hope to prove
by this?
~~~~

Thursday, October 24, 2013

Poems for late October

curbside black
garbage sack: three
invisible crows
~~~~
beach sunset--
hungry sandpipers
in gold-dust sand
~~~~
plants in for winter
the Christmas cactus budding
in late October
~~~~
bright jack o' lantern
guiding goblins' paths ... alas,
rainy Halloween
~~~~
among the pumpkins
the fallen toddler
crying for Mama
~~~~
an owl's whoawh
breaking the morning silence
over the deer stand
~~~~
c lovepat press, 2013

Thursday, March 15, 2012

A poetic bow to the birds

CINQUAIN

Bright blue
wings flutter from
wire to the greening grass.
It's rare to see a bluebird, so
I watch.
~~~

HAIKU

male cardinal bathes
in the fresh water ... three ... four
sparrows join him
~~~

CINQUAIN

Between
the noise of cars,
I hear a woodpecker,
spring peepers and a gentle wind-
chime tone.
~~~

CINQUAIN

Mocker
at the birdbath;
flies two feet to the bush
of beautyberries. Inside, my
nose drips.
~~~

HAIKU

college's spring break
only a team of robins
on the baseball field
(published in Haiku Headlines, 2003)
~~~

HAIKU

the flock of blackbirds
down the street just yesterday
now in my backyard
(published in the Premier edition of Hermitage [Romania] 2004)
~~~

c 2012 by Pat Laster dba lovepat press