How will the joke I play on Magpie who struts my yard be told in paradise? Posted in response to the Ragtag Community word prompt perspicacious.
Tag: Nature
Springtime in the Rockies
Snow slants in wind, gloom all day, tonight, tomorrow— Out of murk—lark song https://cdn.audubon.org/cdn/farfuture/hf8Ia05D99GW1Fs4LlvuJmjrOkJGMziebr14clBDqc0/mtime:1416244689/sites/default/files/WESMEA_1.songnum1_NDle_1.mp3?uuid=5c9dfb194d507 In response to the Rattag Community daily prompt word Spring. Thanks to Audubon.org for recording of Western Meadow Lark
Storm is Over
So much sun, so much snow, so much wind, so cold! no skis, so walking!
The Zen of Shoveling Snow in Suburbia
shoveling wind-whipped snow, yet still, from the apple tree, chick-a-dee-dee-dee.
From the Kitchen Window
From here to Idaho vast empty white miles of snow— my coffee, black.
Writ Large
Winter’s six angles tell the simple of infinity— snowflake. Posted also in response to the Word of the Day Challenge https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/01/22/magnify/ magnify
Weaning
In the slow, urgent cadence of cattle, the black cows move again across a landscape of yellow grass and snow to where they last heard the familiar bawl, dumb to all but ache— whether of teat or heart we men cannot know, though we watch and have had familiar loves that for a summer of … Continue reading Weaning
The Nature of Josiah Smith
In the spring OC arrived to see how “the fool’d wintered.” He found an empty cabin with the diary open on the rough log bench to a page dated February 12. The entry was, “The onliest hunt that matters is a man hunt. Going hunting.”
Haiku 8
To see hunter's moon slide door open and startle— deer shadows, gone.
All morning I wait— blank paper, no poems—on the window are moths, waiting too. In response to the Ragtag Community daily prompt contact
Home of Have, Poems by Lee Robison 