midday sun–
a tree frog on the french door
turns translucent
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Mary Chapman
My name is Mary Chapman; I am married and the mother of three boys. I have always enjoyed reading poetry. My interest was sparked while in High School. We were challenged by an English teacher to write a love poem. It was not until recently that I became interested in haiku. I also write short stories and poetry. My favorite all time poet is Edgar Allen Poe.
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indian summer
the veins of the cameleon’s
translucent open mouth
indian summer
the veins of the cameleon’s
translucent open mouth
shattered windows
broken in a dream–
childhood home
nighttime windowpane
an anole curves with starred feet
swallows mosquitos
the river’s tide
a hungry dog
catching the moon over the waves
icing
to the fence with nettles
a dog is pissing
Albania,10.12. 005
midfall
in full song–
crickets, cicadas, and katydids
Vines begin to climb
as morning glory shoots up
portulaca weaves
Petals catch the light
Whirls of blossoms wake the senses
nature is rattled
this duck flying
as the world darkens–
around me