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Tiny One

Beauty,
you have arrived,
in your fuzzy silver coat,
searching black beak,
and sooty eyes,
such a tiny bit
of eagle next to
your giant father,
hovering over the nest,
letting you see
your new world,
feeding you bits
of fresh fish,
beside two eggs
holding your sisters
a few more hours.

Bald Eagle father surveys his realm for the tiny brood.

Bald Eagle father surveys his realm for the tiny brood.

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Saints

small domes of gray
they come to pray

or maybe say
what we can’t today

irrepressible mushrooms
perpetuating

New Mushrooms

New Mushrooms
Ink Drawing © Marilyn Peretti

 

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They Soar for Us

Sign of good air and water,
the bald eagles soar once again,
their strong and regal stature
an inspiration for our own survival.

Here in December, the pair
are tending twigs in their nest,
and bringing in dry grasses
for the soft baby beds
needed later in February
when three smooth white eggs
will appear,

and both will protect them
even from wind and snows
of late winter.

Mom, with her "eye shadow" & less than snowy head.

Mom, with her “eye shadow” & less than snowy head.

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Juvenile invades parents’ nest!

 

 

 

Pair altering the architecture of last year’s nest!

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Halloween

Halloween-orange peers up
from between fall leaves
and the old log ending in saw marks.
Yes, it’s October’s color.
Wearing bell-shaped caps,
these small mushrooms
brighten the woods
and my heart
with their red-orange paint,
and their bold notion of attracting
old softies like me.

A Fall Find

A Fall Find
Watercolor © Marilyn Peretti

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Colors

When we think of colors, just as colors,
we think confusion for they overwhelm
in their array, bouncing off the back of the eye
in their clothing of hues. I wanted red,
but was told red is too something
too vivid, too bright, running too much
like blood. So I turned to yellow, since
I admire tangy lemons, and even dirtied gold
of late sunflowers, droopy in their hangovers.

Mixing them with water, in varying degrees
of course, thins the primaries into new
shades, the middles, the pales, the pinks
and baby blue. Oh yes, blues, but not
that slow poignant music of lost love;
the midnights, the cornflowers, the jay,
and the bay at midday when the sun
tells the sky to be on the water.

And swirling them together with
a paintbrush is the most fun, inventing
purple, orange, rose, teal and muddy
brown, the color we carefully avoid,
that lowdown earthy color, which reminds
us of grimy work and life’s clutter—
the contempt, the unredeemable,
unplanned, muddled life, jealousy,
and all the colorless days.

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Like Straw Now, April 1

Like straw now,
heavy marsh grasses
lie useless, broken,

trees without a leaf
circle dark water,
mere black skeletons,

yet through the open window
hundreds of peepers surprise
with loud singing, under

a sun there to waken,
like a curtain going up on
this stage of earthtime,

monotonous music
a sharp stroke of color
across a nearly dead drama.

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Lichen-BookCover

 

Marilyn’s nature poetry book is Lichen, Poems of Nature, obtainable at http://www.blurb.com in their “bookstore”. The front and back cover are her recent watercolor of an old limb covered with blue lichen–delicate, vulnerable, tough.

 

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