Shawn L. Bird

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poem-falsifying March 10, 2020

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:51 am
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Oh false friend!

Yesterday, blue skies smiling sweetly,

warm sun embraces,

led to

short sleeves and picnic tables.

Today, an inch of new snow tops the table

and sky is full of malice,

tiny shards of ice,

stabbing the heart of spring.

Winter wins another round.

 

poem- impatiently February 28, 2020

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:49 am
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If I refuse to wear my boots,

choose a light jacket instead of that coat,

keep my feet on gravel, ignore snow piles,

can I force winter to go?

Beguile spring with my wiles?

 

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-white February 5, 2020

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:14 pm
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The lake is gone

The sky is gone

The ground is gone

The world has faded into monochrome

I weary of winter.

 

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-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

 

haiku-still March 12, 2018

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:54 am
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Diva Winter grips

her sequined white cloak. Clinging,

while we wish for Spring.

 

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.

.

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.)

 

 

poem-tricked November 21, 2017

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:58 pm
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That sunny day

beguiled.

Promises of warmth.

Such trust to place

in rays,

those sparkling

reflections on the snow.

Liars.

Every

one.

 

 
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