Peter Marcalus: Sculpture
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My Haikus Created While Hiking (Hikoos)
Poetry inspired by nature while hiking

Fiddleheads
Fiddleheads on stage
Stomp to the beat of springtime
Violets square dance

Peepers Call
Spring peepers call out
Vernal forest pool beckons
Meet up for hot love

Cherry Blossoms
Faint scent of cherry
Pink white blossoms soon will fall
Temporal treasure

Reason To Pause
Black bear crosses trail
Long pause when large paws are close
Adrenaline rush
And More Hikoos...
Red wing black bird flies/Impossible to mimic/Beauty on the wing
Like at fourteen years/Wandering the woods alone/Feeling sixty-six
Last autumn's beech leaf/Circles in a gusty wind/Then rests on white snow
Winter's last hurrah/Vernal equinox blessing/Crocus peeks thru white
Rhythm of poles/ Treading forward through white/ Arms pump like clockwork
Spring peepers call out/ Chilly vernal pool beckons/ Meet up for hot sex
Samurai on ice/Blades and stick your weapons/Vassal to no one
Ancient bent elbow/Forgotten native marker/Point me to water
White tail alarm/Bound away into the brush/Silently vanish
Boot track in snow/Snow fleas in sunny mosh pit/Dance, dance, dance til dusk
Flooded springtime trail/Wood frog poolside gathering/Croaking love chorus
We are all hopping/Tiny toad horde jump on trail/I hop over them
Summer in the woods/ Canopy contains the heat/ Hot sweet blueberries
Ants scramble in path/Deer flies buzzes around my head/ Mosquitoes taunt
Milkweed in flower/ Amazing sweet summer scent/ Monarch nectar
Hushed snow hike/ Silently thinking haikus/ Contemplating life
Trunk leans on another/ Groaning when the wind blows/ Mocking as I pass
Trunk leans on another/ Low groan when the wind blows/ Foreshadows my end
Tick tock on my leg/ Sharp pincers deep in my flesh/ Time for you to go
Different species/ Turn taking at the feeder/ Birds sharing plenty
Spring peepers call out/ Frantic search for a lover/ They hush as we near
Young leaves unfurl/ Lady slippers soon appear/Dance for me again
Fiddles heads on stage/ Ho down spring performance/ Peepers sing in tune
Green mossy carpet/ Many textures spring forth/ Tread lightly on thee
Pink petals float down/ Rollout the floral carpet/ Mother's Day welcome
Single slipper found/ Hidden orchid on the trail/ Mother's Day reveal
Colors on blacktop/ Painted leaved across paving/ Sunset lumens
Thumping hiking boots/ Snake wriggles through leaf litter/ Seeks safe hidey hole
Backlit trees at dawn/ Gobblers descend from high limbs/ Solemn march till dusk
Spring wash now stagnant/ Yet snaking egg strand breeds life/ Whiptail toad poles dance
Lost: Deep in the shade/ And blooming each Mother's Day/ Found: Lady's slipper
Orange to ocher/ Elfs march after June rain/ Careful where you trod
Quaking sound of leaves/ Gurgling winter brook/ My private concert
Sunshine brings you out/ My dance and pheromones lure/ Flee with me my flea
Fresh tracks in the snow/ Turkey, fox, coyotes and bear/ Mid-winter hunger
Boot track gathering/ Springtails jump and jive in the sun/ Eat, drink, be merry
Elements of change/ Witch's brew ingredient/ Sacred gold glimmer
Close Your Eyes Betty...
Rain pounds on skylight/ Lovers under covers kiss/ Rain and hearts beating
Kisses wet and warm/ Rain patters on the skylight/ Snug under covers
Fortress like nightgown/ Impenetrable flannel/ Lone sapper digs down
Deity of life/ Lust's intermediary/ She, the enigma