I am enjoying a book of poetry by Jarrod K. Anderson, aka the CryptoNaturalist
Field Guide to the Haunted Forest
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I once wrote a poem in this winter
Cold wind
In cold winter,
wind blows from the north.
Some believe she rattles,
as she passes amidst us.
In truth, she doesn’t!
Hers is a silent passage,
silent and swift
as an owl’s glide.
It is the trees that shudder
from the endless cold and swift wind.
As the fireball
warms the frigid country.
Trees muster up
to catch her with all their might.
But she swiftly makes an escapade
and goes far away from the land.
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I love Mary Oliver. I only ‘discovered’ her recently, and I now have three of her books on my bedside table .
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Also one of my favourites. I really enjoyed reading all different translations!
Ontario Canidae Poem (Made by Myself Within 30 Seconds)
Red foxes are sneaky
But coyotes are too
Gray foxes are cool
But wolves always rule
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woah beautiful!!!
Since I haven’t seen it mentioned yet, I’ll put forward one of my favorites: Mushrooms by Sylvia Plath. I especially like the last two stanzas:
Nudgers and shovers
In spite of ourselves.
Our kind multiplies:We shall by morning
Inherit the earth.
Our foot’s in the door.
Of course, the poem wasn’t really about mushrooms, but it certainly works as a nature poem.
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Unfortunately, I have not written anything in a while, nor do I have any to add, yet, but I’d like to keep this thread open to anyone who may wish to add to it. I’ll see if I can’t write something before the month is over.
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Regardless, Happy National Poetry Month.
Birdwatching at the Equator
The blue-footed booby
stands on tropic island
in the Galapagos Group
stands all day long
shading her eggs from the sun
also protecting her blue feet
from too much ultraviolet
Sometimes the male booby
flaps his wings and dances
to entertain his mate
pointing his toes upward
so they can discuss blueness
which seems to them very beautiful
Their only real enemy
is the piratical frigate bird
floating on great black wings
above the mile-long island
Sometimes the frigate bird
robs them of their fish
whereupon the booby
is wont to say “Friggit”
and catches some more
When night comes all the boobies
sit down at once as
if God has given them a signal
or else one booby says
to the rest “Let’s flop boys”
and they do
The booby’s own capsule
comment about evolution:
if God won’t do it for you
do it yourself:
stand up
sit down
make love
have some babies
catch fish
dance sometimes
admire your feet
friggit:
what else is there?
–Al Purdy, 1981.
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Always loved the first two verses of this one by Emily Dickinson
A Bird, came down the Walk -
He did not know I saw -
He bit an Angle Worm in halves
And ate the fellow, raw,
And then, he drank a Dew
From a convenient Grass -
And then hopped sidewise to the Wall
To let a Beetle pass -
He glanced with rapid eyes,
That hurried all abroad -
They looked like frightened Beads, I thought,
He stirred his Velvet Head. -
Like one in danger, Cautious,
I offered him a Crumb,
And he unrolled his feathers,
And rowed him softer Home -
Than Oars divide the Ocean,
Too silver for a seam,
Or Butterflies, off Banks of Noon,
Leap, plashless as they swim.
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To amuse Emus
On warm summer nights
Kiwis do wiwis
From extraordinary heights
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On Bees:
To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee,
One clover, and a bee.
And revery.
The revery alone will do,
If bees are few.
-Emily Dickinson
How doth the little busy bee
Improve each shining hour,
And gather honey all the day
From every opening flower!
How skilfully she builds her cell!
How neat she spreads the wax!
And labors hard to store it well
With the sweet food she makes.
-Isaac Watts
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I forgot that I had an account on here, let’s see what I have done this year before the month ends, shall we?
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Ouch, fifty-seven in the past year and only two of any remote connection to nature:
Those dull tubers
Which doth grow
Underfoot,
Wither as time
Does Purge on.
16.II.2024
Atop the cap they sit in waiting.
Uncertain when their mean or passage will arrive.
16.II.2024 [adapted]
I’ll add others as I make them, and as I remember
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I don’t feel like doing homework, here’s a new one written regarding the half ton of progress made at Bair Park this past weekend (for details on how you can help with invasive plant removal, please email, call, or dm me, we need as many volunteers as possible on each event date (upcoming are April 27-28 9am-3,30pm))
Tandiu enim exspectavi.
Tanto enim tempore expectavi
Ut istos invasores
qui has terras prallela ex meo vexarent tempore sustinuerint.
Numero parvo accedunt, cum multa virtute conjunctos eos invadentes removemus.
Renascentiae veteris custodiae quae olim tam alta stabat.
Nam renascentiae de Vetus Custodes quod stetit summum. Nam terras ut male seminalem.
(Correct me where grammar is poor)
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Good to hear from you, Connor.
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School hasn’t killed me yet!
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From what I’ve seen here, I don’t think that’s a worry. I hope it’s going well. Maybe write a poem about it. 
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