Salt Wind & Cherry Blossoms

 —Poetry by Joshua St. Claire, York County, PA
—Public Domain Photos Courtesy of Medusa

 

 

a redbud leaf
comes to rest
eastern amberwing

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how could anyone
ever love you
cherry blossoms

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Traumsprache
keening through dawn mist
cats in love

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The Rite of Spring
the cowbird chick
fatter and fatter

 

 

 

 

puffing and strutting
a greater prairiecock
begins

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nightspoom
dying in an oyster shell
Verlaine’s moon

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Buson’s palette
burrowing into the sand
a arc-en-ciel of coquina

    ~ ~ ~

gathering altocumulus
the gulls circling
flotsam

 

 

 

 

stratus scud
low over the mouth of the Cape Fear
pelican squadron

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a life twists
and browns
drought days

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Gesamtkunstwerk
the play of evening sun
on a fawn skull

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moonlight
striking
his
face
darkness
again

 

 

 

 

whisper dusk
talk of chemtrails
at little league

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schlepping into the office
every Tuesday
stratocumulus clouds

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country church
the lightning rod
on the cross

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morning commute
a river of fire wraps around
Harrisburg

 

 

 

 

just skip
the metaphor
horned lark

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stuck
in my throat
sprucewind

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unhappy marriage
how she waned
to a pale crescent 

 

 

 

 

the speed of the raindrop depending on its size the buck

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do they have a deadline too?
                                                    rain drops

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check engine light
not with a bang
but a whimper

    ~ ~ ~

salt wind
Bernini shaping
the juniper

 

 

 

 

conchoidal fracture
ChatGPT lies to me
with a straight face

    ~ ~ ~

a place for everything
and everything its place
paint-by-number lotus

    ~ ~ ~

in their own image
three boys
making mud pies

    ~ ~ ~

after snow
vultures circling the mountains
of the moon

 

 

 

still life
the homeless man
begging for change

    ~ ~ ~

winter grasses
a boar bristle brush
in mummy brown

    ~ ~ ~

gathering to open
Wallace’s briefcase
mackerel clouds at dusk

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Today’s LittleNip:

Fall has always been my favorite season. The time when everything bursts with its last beauty, as if nature had been saving up all year for the grand finale.
 
―Lauren DeStefano, Wither

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Newcomer Joshua St. Claire is an accountant from a small town in Pennsylvania; he works as a financial director for a non-profit. His haiku and related poetry have been published broadly, including in Frogpond, Modern Haiku, The Heron’s Nest, and Mayfly. Welcome to the Kitchen, Joshua, and don’t be a stranger!

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—Medusa

 

 

 

 Joshua St. Claire

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