This weekend writing haiku with a group at Upayacurrent situations (prompt)dished disinformationas distractionjust pivot into it until there is no distancedisinformation dishearteningcovering this garden with spring mulchthumb pushes hope into seedsnewly pulled out decayed rootsstill smiling, minus molarshaving lost some weightDeath Poem (prompt)carrying many voicesalong this path inside me, someI expect to seeSomething dear to […]
with a renewed air of confidence, we face another morning at 25° on the trail, and as usual the new day does not disappoint. there is an acknowledgement that although the sun’s angle remains oblique, and it’s shadows cast elongated, on these days with no clouds, blue sky coldness, the sun now remains longer, glaringly
Nature’s alarm clock keeps buzzingWe keep putting it on snooze
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Day FourMissing the murder of crowsWho partnered in the Maples this Spring,The shadows of their flight Eclipsing the morning sunFlying out from their bent Ash branchWith loud cawing announcementsOwning a sturdy Maple limbFrom whence to watch…Who me?Readying in silence for snow now, wishing warmthFor the murder of crows
Delayed thoughts on an overflowing dayBig, big rain yesterday, Today the sun creates long winter shadows at 10:00amAll the low lying grass is underwaterHalf the trees stream side are sitting in water,As I walk, the water mirrors the trees in a gentle stop-motion,It appears that the trees walk with meSome things are seen and heardThe
The rain, it is continuousthe cloud, its membrane rupturedcovers the entire skyThe visible landscapeof receding firsdissolves through sheets of wet skyThe low bare maple branchesbarely move, only bouncingfrom the wet weight apon them
