Shawn L. Bird

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poem- at last April 12, 2018

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:13 am
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At last

you are shedding the neutral grey and white,

wrapping yourself in a green gown,

sparkling with iridescent dew

tumbling like velvet

into a glassy pool

still ice cold,

quivering on the brink.

Hear the promise:

morning chorus, finches singing

their hopeful hearts to spring.


#haibun (I hope!) for #NaPoWriMo Day 12

I’ve never tried a haibun before.  I hope I’ve caught the sense of them.


poem-when? April 1, 2018

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:14 pm
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Oh winter!

Release your tenacious grip!

Quit dripping this mix

of snow and rain,

that piles up in my yard.

It’s making me insane!

It’s April now, and white

should be from blossoms,

not snow falls; this isn’t right!

Oh, winter, we’re through with you here;

go visit the Southern hemisphere!


NaPoWriMo 2018 #1


poem- valley May 31, 2017

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:33 pm
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Valley green like velvet in the morning light

waves rippling, sun twinkling;

sun stars captured on water,


Everywhere are lush reminders

of blessing

rising with the water,

over-flowing with the creeks,

sliding with the mud.

Blessings and curses.

It could be worse.

It could be worse

than being trapped in paradise.


poem- yellow May 15, 2017

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:35 pm
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The green gold glistens

in the spring light

waving languidly in the breeze

as if to greet friends

seen from a great distance.


poem- boots March 22, 2017

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 4:51 pm
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The boots are on.

Laced up tight.

Little Xs pulling things together

(Are those hugs or kisses?)

No matter.

When you’re giving winter the boot,


is a good message to wear.

20170322_154305[1] Miracles Logan boots  from the “Narrative of the Grey Boot Quest” blog post.

I always feel slightly super powered when I wear these boots, though I can’t wear them if I’m running late for work since it takes 4 minutes per boot to lace them up!  🙂



poem- waiting February 3, 2017

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 3:16 pm
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The ground hog said spring was coming

but the snow falling outside my window

begs to differ.


poem- new April 8, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:31 am
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birches are

speckled with new

green.  Forest lace.

Bursting with



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