Shawn L. Bird

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poem-disembodied February 12, 2020

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:46 am
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Trees are ghost outlines,

frost coated.

Far off, along the lake, the train

hoots a melancholy call.

My feet crunch on a path

that was soft yesterday.

I cannot see the sun,

but it is there.

Perhaps things will be brighter

tomorrow?

 

 

poem- late bloomer September 26, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:58 am
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Autumn is here

Trees are red tipped or golden.

Mornings are frosty.

And finally the cosmos,

three feet high green lace,

is budding.

A slow universe,

taking its time to unfold

summer pink blooms

on my porch.

Autumn is here,

but

better late

than

never.

 

poem- frost rose November 4, 2013

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 4:44 pm
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On the frost bitten air

Comes the sweet scent

of summer roses.

 

 
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