An early spring day extending its promises. We drive along a twisting road through a nature preserve and park by a small pond. Not much greening up or growth yet. More to hear than to see. A croaking bullfrog, the shooshing of pines, sloshing water. We follow that sound along a narrow, rough path in the woods. Through thick trees a glimpse of something glittering, like sequins falling. The sun on water. A rain-filled creek, burbling over rocks. Along the bank a wooden deck with two Adirondack chairs.
past, present and future
Haibun Today, December 2007
Saturday, April 23, 2011
Saturday, April 16, 2011
is there spring again hawthornes in bloom
at the end of our winter her crayon trees
or is that a tale all the same shape
spun of gossamer threads
to sooth the weary?
Ash Moon Anthology, March 2008 Gean, March 2011
Dreams Wander Anthology