“All my life through the new sights of nature made me rejoice like a child.” Marie Curie
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Autumn Reflections
High above the hawk is circling Red shoulders cutting through blue sky The year’s last delicious thermals are rising Like feathers the leaves are falling Dazzling colors giving life as they die Surrendering to the season, so gracefully accepting The night chorus of crickets is thinning Issuing a sporadic collective sigh Through the cool autumn
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Impressions of Autumn
High above the hawk is circling Red shoulders cutting through blue sky The year’s last delicious thermals are rising Like feathers the leaves are falling Dazzling colors giving life as they die Surrendering to the season, so gracefully accepting The night chorus of crickets is thinning Issuing a sporadic collective sigh Through the cool autumn
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Neurodivergent Haiku
It’s hard to imagine a more unabashed or showy flower than the California Poppy. And they’re tough—well adapted to long, dry summers. Once in a great while, however, a plant puts out a cream colored variant. As soon as I saw this flower it struck me as a perfect expression of what it so often
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Happy haiku (only one today)
Deep in the forest Childhood’s favorite color Cures the middle age blues
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The Nature Psyche #10. Lost Voices, A Haiku Poem.
First language, first music Our Earth ever heard The voices of birds Waves of sound, Carrying, Traveling, heralding Life’s expansion of emotion Human ancestors Heard you, did they envy you? Did they long for your song? Nature’s slow clock Ticking, tinkering, misty hands Of Evolution A forest, rustling leaves, Your songs, are quietude For anxious
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The Nature Psyche, #9. Curious Crows
I can’t share the video here, but a pair of crows landed on this tree and began tearing off big, thick chunks of moss. I’m not sure what they were up to–they didn’t seem to find any food–but they were fun to watch, and reminded of the Robert Frost poem below. Crows are one of
Haumanu Speaks/PoetiCalli 