Blogging: various poems from "Variations"

SUPPLICATION

Mottled
cottonwoods, nude
against a winter sky,
beg mother nature for a snow
cover.
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SUNSET ON BEAVER LAKE

Sunset's

saber

flashing

across

gentle

ripples

spreads

what

appears

to be

golden

nougat

topping

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In Eureka Springs, tornado watch, April '18

IF TREES COULD TALK

If trees could talk, what would we say?

--that General Hunter passed my way

in June of eighteen-sixty-four,

retreating from the Lynchburg Corps;

--that Rebel boys fell at my feet,

blood soaking roots in summer's heat;

--that cannon balls so deeply sunk

scarred but did not kill my trunk.

A la Marceau, our language rife,

and stubbornly, we cling to life.

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HAIKU

library vestibule--

a homeless man

escapes east winds

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Under

rosemary's gray,

a red leaf from last year

catches my eye. I sit and write

poems.

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