I'm awake late this morning as usual, and I open the blinds to converse with the sun. A sliding glass door keeps me in, but the sunlit view floods into my dining room like an old friend in no need of an invitation. Delighted with the company, I stand and enjoy my good fortune. My full coffee mug warms me, but my bones ache at the sight of the cold beauty in front of me. Everything is just where it was yesterday morning, but today's visitor is unlike any other.
surrounded by wood
frozen and snow-capped in line
nails in a bare deck
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Haiku in my Journal
climbing trees with friends
playing king of the forest
young poison ivy
hurry up!
white clouds race across
the blue sky
the red leaf defies
the inevitable fall
clinging to life
loud and indignant
the crow protests my presence
as if I can't hear
playing king of the forest
young poison ivy
hurry up!
white clouds race across
the blue sky
the red leaf defies
the inevitable fall
clinging to life
loud and indignant
the crow protests my presence
as if I can't hear
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Friday, March 13, 2009
Monday, February 02, 2009
Nature Poetry Worth Remembering
The bright moon lights the path
through the gray woods
From the unlit depths of the hollow
comes the soft sound of broken water
A faint brightness
or is it a low cloud
within the eastern sky
The earth is hushed
Harlan Hubbard
from his journal entry for February 2, 1953
through the gray woods
From the unlit depths of the hollow
comes the soft sound of broken water
A faint brightness
or is it a low cloud
within the eastern sky
The earth is hushed
Harlan Hubbard
from his journal entry for February 2, 1953
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
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