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Sort of American Haiku for a New Hampshire Mountain Home


10.24.19 Posted in today's words by

Lee Woodman’s most recent poem to appear here was “Reconsidering the Moon” (August 2019).

Sort of American Haiku for a New Hampshire Mountain Home
By Lee Woodman

—with thanks to Allen Ginsberg

I’ve been enchanted and beguiled by eager shrubs known to survive
short summers, bedazzled by “volunteer” naturals blown over by wind
Purple lupine, trillium, dangling Solomon’s Seal.

I’ve been overtaken and outmaneuvered by a sloping hill in back,
clear-cut one hundred years ago, now teeming with
red spruce and chokecherry suffocated by Bittersweet.

I’ve been outpaced and defeated by weeds in the path. Stony
unpaved gravel roadway, nicely rolled in May, now cheers on
Bull Thistle, Oxalis.                Crabgrass.



One Response to “Sort of American Haiku for a New Hampshire Mountain Home”

  1. Carol Brendsel says:

    Oh, lovely lovely litanies, how you take me to your “sort of” and thank you Lee. Carol

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