Christmas Eve's Day

a cold Christmas Eve 

the tiny bird flying by 

was just an oak leaf

Hand-washing a Scarf

Hand-washing Your Handwoven Scarf 

morning

maple leaves rain down

one bird's shadow

on the wall

sings of the sun

Autumn

three wild ducks

glide

gently

between

the

rings

of 

rain

drops

Autumn Colors

 

Doldrums

suspended 

between

rains

and

fair skies

this flat gray day

breezeless

motionless

breathe

to

your

depths

drift

into

whispering

twilight

and

wait

Peaceful Places

 Peaceful Places

Spring Water Drops

 

        

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Who would think

that after decades of child's play

decades of seeking

and finding that

surprises would still

lurk around the corner

down the path

in the corners

and along the edges

of life?

[Both flowers and the insect are ones that I have never seen before. In fact, the insect, a Red-necked False Blister beetle, (what a name!) can only be seen briefly, barely a month, in this New England area. The flowers are Trout Lily and Blood Root.]

Full Moons

wolf and snow moons howl

but the silent worm moon slinks sullenly alone

pink, flower, and strawberry lead life to summer

where the buck and sturgeon strut their stuff

harvest comes wrapping up the work with the full corn

then time to bundle up for the hunters and beaver to battle

until the

cold

moon

shines

ice

ice crumpled crocuses 

late April snow echoes winter -

not to bounding buck