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by Joan McNerney
A cup of coffee
warm fat pancakes bubbling up
my haiku breakfast.
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Try to catch the wind.
Count the ripples in the sea.
Become a child again.
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Shy autumnal bird
did you brush against the moon
to get that pale down?
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Winds sway maple trees
leaves drop like butterflies
falling to the warm earth.
…
What discus player
threw a tangerine moon on
top of Fourteenth Street?
Listen to: Autumn Poetry by Joan McNerney
by Joan McNerney
Hallow mouth of the moon.
Clouds cross forming
an airy handkerchief.
Luncheon by the lake.
How lucky we are to have
such a large finger bowl.
Summer evening.
Sun and moon share the sky in
perfect symmetry.
Splash.
One word in
oceans of sound.
Who threw a ladle full
of moonbeams on my
celery green grass?
Inquisitive…
the gingersnap cat stares as
I get undressed.
Today’s work is done.
The sun fell from the sky
for a bowl of stars.
Black and white kitten
lying under clothesline in
soft circles of sleep.
Calculating….
a fish leaps to capture
bite of heaven.
by Joan McNerney
Our woods are half dressed
in fragile buds as dandelions
sprout from nowhere.
An apple blossom
stolen from the park tree at dawn
quivering with rain.
What does this cat think
strumming his tail with such ease
to fugues of Bach?
by Joan McNerney
The morning mist roams
back and forth like a
voiceless wanderer.
More startling than
that windowpane red with sun
are your ice blue eyes.
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Deep winterset night.
Sleepless stars glide through the sky
in aerial ballet.
Even Goya’s portraits
are less intriguing than faces
of frost on my window.
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A snowflake
falls in my surprised eyes
…all is black.
In our frail world
even meteors, the eyes of heaven,
fall like dust from God’s hands.