Shawn L. Bird

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poem- weathering May 31, 2019

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 6:58 pm
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Blue sky

Slight breeze

Rocking of the lounge

Toss the dog’s ball

Feel summer approach.

Thunder in the south

Booming concussion shakes the land

Storm brewing

Run or

Hold fast?

 

poem- ominous February 7, 2017

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:50 am
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The sky could not be bluer

turquoise and ocean and bright summer day

captured on the snow piled like icing on the trees,

but on the horizon

a wall of charcoal grey

hints at a blizzard on its way.

I watch through the window and hope

I’m home before it hits.

 

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- slow January 4, 2017

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 1:31 pm
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I’m moving through molasses

going slowly,

thinking like my thoughts are spilled ink

too dark to decipher.

Winter weather draws the sky closer,

closeting us in cloud,

so much white is blinding.

Days are short, but oh, so, slow

and cold.

 

 

 

poem- ominous omnipotence November 24, 2016

The clouds sink

obscuring hills with billows:

silver, grey, charcoal, black.

Heavy clouds in cold air

ready to coat the highway with danger.

We gaze out our windows

wondering whether we’ll get home before

the first storm of this winter.

 

poem-grey May 19, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:16 am
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Air is heavy with promise

Damp foretelling

Clouds in turmoil

Change coming.

 

poem-early spring February 2, 2016

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 5:04 pm
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The ground hog says

it will be early spring

but even if he did not,

the blue sky and balmy breeze

today asserted its own opinion.

 

poem- weathered December 26, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 4:57 pm
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Is that rain or is it snow?
The weather out there doesn’t know.
But it’s coming quickly through the air,
so I won’t be going anywhere.

 

poem-fickle August 9, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:41 pm
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Weather,

when in Calgary

changes her clothes

with the dizzying

rapidity of a thirteen year old

trying to figure out

what to wear to the school dance,

then rushes off

leaving chaos in her wake.

 

 

poem- grey November 2, 2013

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:53 am
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Seven days

since you promised,

the grey cloak

over the hills

offers no warmth

for my wishful heart.

 

 
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