Shawn L. Bird

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

poem-the forecast made promises March 1, 2021

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:49 pm
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Balmy day

they said.

I shiver in my sweater, wondering

if the air in my classroom is actually warm.

Outside, clouds climb the mountain

I wish I were in front of a fire,

clutching a cup of cocoa,

wrapped in a blanket and your arms.

.

.

.

(Let’s hope spring will come soon. I am weary of winter weather).

 

poem-it must have snowed December 15, 2020

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:07 am
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I am awoken (What now?!)

by roaring outside

rasping, growling, rushing creature.

Oh, damn, I think, as I return to sleep.

The plow.

 

poem-heavenly November 15, 2020

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 1:00 pm
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It should be dark.

The sun is down.

Moon glow illuminates

a snow glazed world.

Silent night.

Holy light.

 

poem- blue November 14, 2020

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:15 pm
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The pine scrapes

blue, sun glistens

on fresh snow.

Winter redeemed.

 

poem- this is love November 13, 2020

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:19 am
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The scrape of the snow shovel begins

just as my alarm rings.

The snow is heavy and ankle deep.

You should take my vehicle today, he says.

The studded tires stick to the road.

This is the safer route.

Be careful!

He doesn’t say I love you,

but I know it

anyway.

 

poem-caught November 10, 2020

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:00 am
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Poor tree

still dressed in golden finery,

weighed down by winter’s haste.

.

View from my class room 2020-11-09
 

poem- white November 9, 2020

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:21 pm
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Plow races past,

singing its

rasping winter song.

 

poem- winter evening October 26, 2020

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 3:47 pm
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A pantoum for a winter evening

Soft snow falling
Mysteries in hidden faces
Lost memories calling
Eyes whisper with brief gazes

Mysteries, hidden faces
Warm glances, tender touches
Eyes whisper with brief gazes
Sweet comfort, hesitant rushes

Warm glances, tender touches
Fire crackles, hearth heat
Sweet comfort, hesitant rushes
In the silence, our hearts beat

Fire crackles, hearth heat
Lost memories calling
In the silence, our hearts beat
Soft snow falling.

 

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?

 

 
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