squirrels summersault
beneath the sweet
gum tree
snow white bellies
erupting
into the wet air
a blaze of gold & crimson
in a rush of wind
plummeting to the ground
(c) Mary Harrison, 1012
Posts Tagged ‘poetry’
Autumn Play
Posted in my poems, tagged autumn, my poetry, nature, poems, poetry, squirrels, writing on May 26, 2012| Leave a Comment »
Early Saturday Morning
Posted in my poems, Uncategorized, tagged life, nature, old adult life, people, poems, poetry, seniors, writing on May 26, 2012| Leave a Comment »
rain hits the window
the red fence turns brown
I feed the dogs go
back to bed the space
heater goes on the house
is quiet ants
circle
the rim of the bowl–
a procession
of pilgrims
at the holy land
(c) Mary Harrison, 2012
Autumn Morning
Posted in my poems, Uncategorized, tagged autumn, nature, poems, poetry, writing on May 26, 2012| Leave a Comment »
no more bleeding
in the garden
sorrow waits
last leaves
joyous birdsong
unmasks silence
sun snakes slither
through the hurt
opening the world
(c) Mary Harrison, 2012
Haiku
Posted in my poems, Uncategorized, tagged death, dogs, grief, haiku, pets, poems, poetry, writing on May 25, 2012| Leave a Comment »
I hold my dying dog
and cry
stars fall from the sky
losing my dog–
through tears
a Van Gogh sky
leash hanging over the door
empty leather collar
blue sky, crisp air
push back sorrow
letting the now
swallow what was
sickbed bath
warmth of the water
gentle hands
Father Mike
brings communion
whirr of the ceiling fan
early autumn morning
little yellow sky dances
through the trees
sitting in the sun
a squirrel leaps
onto the bird bath
philodendron dying
in the sun
Sister Elizabeth
sings a hymn
little dancing girls
dressed in satin
Pennies From Heaven
walking through snow
for a letter–
world war II
blind and deaf dog
walking down the hall
walls lead the way
brittle bones
pay attention
to my step
the moth flaps its wings
circling the lampshade
drawn to the light
October wind
the leaves are having
a bad hair day
all haiku (c) Beneath Our Feet by Mary Harrison 2012
He Told Me He Wished I’d Die
Posted in my poems, tagged poems, poet, poetry, therapy, writing on May 13, 2012| Leave a Comment »
I’ve driven to Rhode Island
in my blue Century Buick
to hear the tide rush in
and watch the waves.
But I’m too late.
The tide’s going out;
the beach is deserted.
I press my feet deep
into the ocean bed;
pebbles and sea-weed
slap my ankles while I look
at the foaming
and listen to seagulls
screeching for food.
I have nothing to give.
Stinging cold water
grips the marrow of bones
in my feet and legs
and chills my spine.
The hurt goes deep.
I start for shore but stop
to feel the cold again.
I need to feel
even this ache
so I’ll know I’m alive.
(c) Mary Harrison, Kansas Quarterly, 1990
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