Albert Ahearn Poems

Exfoliative sycamore
Limbs splay low above the water
like giraffe's drinking from the shore
at some silty, placid river.
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The sun-bleached exoskeletons
of old dead trees stand like sentries
along the towpath riverfront
exfoliated and gangling.
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A moment, a second of time
Measured by a blink of an eye;
A sip of ones favorite wine;
A glance at a spring morning sky;
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Pedaling along river drive
empty plastic grocery bags
fluttered and flapped from tree branches
like lost battle surrender flags
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A robin perched upon a branch
outside my living room window
His lighthearted disposition
roused within me a reverie.
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The long awaited needed rain
finally came in gentle drops.
Thirsty daffodils greedily
quaffed the tepid precipitate
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A trio of warblers jargon
a madrigal in harmony.
Their polyphony awakens
a slumbering dawn from darkness
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Narcissi bowing in the breeze;
their adorable awkwardness
surfaces to mind small children
dressed in flowered habiliments
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I harvested a small handful
of beautiful dandelions
arranged them in a special way
that their mini-globe candelas
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I'm happiest when the weather
is gloomy and threatening rain.
Its tendency, this low pressure,
forces most people to remain
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