Shawn L. Bird

Original poetry, commentary, and fiction. All copyrights reserved.

poem- suspicious April 3, 2020

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 8:26 pm
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Somebody is messing around

sprinkling snow on the ground in April!

Too late for the fool. There should be rules about this!

We’re stuck inside, forgetting to wash, dress, or sleep.

Dealing with stress by baking and crafting, making new courses.

Things are seriously off-track, keeping distance with my hacking coughs,

but then outside the window, the final straw: snow.

That’s it.

This is shit.

 

poem-slowly coming February 26, 2020

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:58 pm
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Periwinkle sky

In the eaves trough tinkle the trickles

of melting snow.

Hope for spring

burst by tomorrow’s

forecast.

 

poem- Minus 26 degrees January 13, 2020

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:18 am
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The moon lingers in blue sky,

listening to Styrofoam™ squeaking boots

on crispy, cold snow.

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Poem- Buried January 10, 2020

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:22 pm
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You are small

boisterous

black

bouncing

excitement,

eager for the ball,

but

the snow is deep

and when you chase

you

disappear

into a crystalline abyss.

Such gleeful eyes

burst from the bank

and shake off

that which buried you.

 

poem- solo December 3, 2019

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:02 am
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One

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tiny

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perfect

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snowflake

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falls

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through

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empty

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sky.

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Intrepid?

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or harbinger?

 

 

haiku- winter night February 12, 2019

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 8:19 pm
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Silent winter night

Snow falling peacefully ’til

the plough comes scraping.

 

poem- drifting December 10, 2018

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:09 am
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Snow flakes drift by,

washing the world white.

Cold drips down my neck,

scarf scratching,

steps slipping,

breath billows in small clouds,

miniature factories.

Trudge through the flakes

filling the sky,

painting a picture of

a world wiped clean.

 

 

 

poem-falling November 21, 2018

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:52 pm
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Snow is falling by the window:

down,

slanted,

sideways,

sparsely,

heavily,

quickly,

slowly.

Everything is possible;

you don’t need to know.

Just rest at the window,

watch the snow.

 

 

poem-first snow November 9, 2018

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 4:11 pm
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Grey morning:

sky falls in fragile pieces

past my window,

lies,

white clouds upon the ground.

This morning

I can touch the sky.

Cold comfort.

 

poem- dusting December 1, 2017

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:28 am
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Falling from the sky

in perfect crystals,

dusting trees, fields, and me

with peace of the season.

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Falling through the screen,

pixilated dots

dusting poetry

with peace of the season.

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(Every year on Dec 1, it begins to snow on my blog.  It makes me ridiculously happy every time!  If you would like snow to fall in your blog, add it in your settings.)

 

 

 
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