Spider in View

Within a mirror shell
    A metal lair, a spiders dome.

woven, and knitted;
each spar and junction tethered,
this sunning patio spans the reflected world!

Engine turning noises, . . .
spider remains web centered,
accelerating, . . . and holding fast!
. . . h o l d i n g . . . f a s t!

Nearing Maximum Velocity,
retreat begins,
slipping, and recovering,
walk buffeted walk!,
Hold on, h o l d o n!, . . . 

Noted Legacy

Under thin gray clouds diverging down,
galloped colorful horse manes.

compacted ravine gravels.
Overnight pelted and rain-washed.

Standing distant on drying Quercus soils,
over sun-comforted knoll.
Grandmother oaks’ home, and you;

Young russet oak. Your noisy leaves,
scarlet dressed like your slim cousin;
your burred uncle bearing the hawk’s nest.

Southwinds blow,
beginning a fallen acorn’s legacy.

palmer haynes
december, 2003

Read books

Can we read books? Hyunji
checked another Mr. Putter and Tabby book,
South Madison branch.

Fourteen other titles,
Putter, his fine cat Tabby
Mrs. Teaberry and her good dog Zeke.

Yes Hyunji, we can always read books,
you and I will always read books,
But, we’ll never read them all.


July 19, 2006

Men’s Farm Talk over breakfast

A youth,
in his mornings,
pitched chores,
hand milked
before machines,
before dawn’s
cold face glowed.

Today’s parlor cows
milked three times,
68 degree grade A piped to
38 degree insulated tankers,
loses only
one degree Fahrenheit
on its way to Florida.

Wisconsin’s Amish
thrive small,
out-buildings all
neat and white,
they craft
a life.

Threshing day rallied
rural community,
one family helping
another, and another,
cutting, bundling, setting
the long plank table outside,
all sweaty labor
until it rained.

Total electrostatic
green immersion, with
robotic spray touch-ups,
built-out combines,
all priced, purchased, shipped,
a wheat harvest
Texas to Canada.

Uncle Clifford
seeded three consecutive
droughty, barren
years, bingo! 1940!
Wheat! paid off
all debts,
purchased prime
panhandle acreage!

central Wisconsin
growing decline, and
British Columbia’s
ginseng success,
turned on
climate, drainage, and
moisture control.

as we are,
no teacher
on the origin
of our daily bread
set to our tables.

July, 2008

What’s it like

Now your clothes have fallen,
cannot pick them up, put them back.
How do you feel,    naked?
What’s it like,
     for the next six months?

Do your neighbors cast aspersions,
speak disparagingly of your limbs?
What about those evergreen types?
Do they laugh,

Personally, I like the changes.
Fresh wardrobe in the beginning.
Mostly emerald and tall in season.
Colorful costuming before,
      your naked scene.

So how will you keep warm?
An inherited trait? Genetically,
your roots must go very deep.
Almanac states, winter will be cold,
     really cold.

Pray for hydrating rain. Pull-in
your bark.
Stand close to your neighbor.
Make homes for owl,
     and squirrel.

Spring’s really not that far off.
what is the Spring fashion forecast?

November, 2005