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Photo: Bill Grossart<\/span><\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n

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Haiku for Kelly<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

Run to the glist\u2019ning sea<\/span><\/p>\n

Whole world stretched ahead of you<\/span><\/p>\n

Sand between your toes<\/span><\/p>\n

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I Found a Frog<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/u>I found a frog, surprising and pleasing,<\/span><\/p>\n

Endlessly teasing. Where do you go?<\/span><\/p>\n

Where do you go?<\/span><\/p>\n

Surrounded by poison and phosphates,<\/span><\/p>\n

Your skin glistens, pulses,<\/span><\/p>\n

A life force, you teeter along on Death Row.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0………………………….<\/span><\/p>\n

I saw Mama Fox, you appeared, one May eve\u2019ning,<\/span><\/p>\n

How did you get there, and what a surprise?<\/span><\/p>\n

You changed your direction, to avoid sure detection,<\/span><\/p>\n

Both pleading and fear, I saw in your eyes.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0………………………………<\/span><\/p>\n

I saw a bee bumbled, nestled and sleeping,<\/span><\/p>\n

Phaecelia, keeping you safe and sustained,<\/span><\/p>\n

Your soft body curled \u2018mongst purple, encircled,<\/span><\/p>\n

Umbrellar\u2019d and dreaming, swung round from the rain.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0…………………………………<\/span><\/p>\n

I saw a child; I feared for his future,<\/span><\/p>\n

His chatter delighting all who perceived,<\/span><\/p>\n

Eyes wide and enquiring, frog-finding, fox scheming,<\/span><\/p>\n

Believing that life was all strawberry creamed.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0…………………………………<\/span><\/p>\n

I found a frog, the last of the season,<\/span><\/p>\n

Clinging onto a log on the edge of the world,<\/span><\/p>\n

Goddam, that fair foxy, she snapped up that \u2018phibian,<\/span><\/p>\n

Flashed past the phaecelia, where bees fell unfurled!<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0……………………………<\/span><\/p>\n

New Year\u2019s Day 2025<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

Sieved head wakes with snatches of dreams, soon lost.<\/span><\/p>\n

Party clothes hang like disembodied wraiths, waiting…<\/span><\/p>\n

Phone pings, repeat lovingly sent hopes, dreams … wishes.<\/span><\/p>\n

Eggs, mushrooms, home-made toasted bread, oozing butter,<\/span><\/p>\n

comfort and satisfy.<\/span><\/p>\n

CATCH THE DAY, CATCH THE DAY!<\/span><\/p>\n

Azure skies with scudding, grey clouds, dodging the showers.<\/span><\/p>\n

Warm greetings, and glimpse the shine in a dear friend\u2019s eyes<\/span><\/p>\n

Trudge sodden, muddied paths to my little plot of land.<\/span><\/p>\n

Sitting with coffee, and orange, nutty chocolate,<\/span><\/p>\n

I hear the jays squabbling and screeching.<\/span><\/p>\n

Glance up to the sky, and spot a rainbow<\/span><\/p>\n

Slicing down through the trees… bright, bright seven wonders<\/span><\/p>\n

Photographed through stark apple branches and the sweet scented winter honeysuckle.<\/span><\/p>\n

All is well here, at least…<\/span><\/p>\n


\nSnow Poem 16\/1\/24<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

I love the quiet magic muffling<\/span><\/p>\n

Of snow before dawn,<\/span><\/p>\n

When the flakes flutter and drift<\/span><\/p>\n

Street lamp lit,<\/span><\/p>\n

The strange white light that<\/span><\/p>\n

Creeps round the curtains<\/span><\/p>\n

Announcing that, \u201cSomething\u2019s up!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

It\u2019s not a normal day!<\/span><\/p>\n

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Short, silent pause, waiting for the rage,<\/span><\/p>\n

Stiff, struggled start,<\/span><\/p>\n

Frosty, fight that heralds the race to work,<\/span><\/p>\n

Angst, awkward, annoying<\/span><\/p>\n

Scraping and shovelling.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

What if the world stood still?<\/span><\/p>\n

For just a moment,<\/span><\/p>\n

Waiting, watching, marvelling<\/span><\/p>\n

The Glory.<\/span><\/p>\n

No prints, no tracks, no blots,<\/span><\/p>\n

Just a pristine scene,<\/span><\/p>\n

Where all life<\/span><\/p>\n

Halted and<\/span><\/p>\n

Ceased all their nonsense!<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0*<\/span><\/h1>\n

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