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Saturday, February 25, 2012
Sunday, February 19, 2012
Haibun
CHANGES
With our move from a suburb of New York City to a small rural town two counties northward I’ve become a gardener. I’ve become acquainted with peonies, spirea, hosta, creeping juniper, broomplant, barberry, sedum, king’s gold cyprus, and others. Some in the garden, some on a list to be planted in the future.
early evening–
one more lily plantedbefore dark
I’ve become a seeker of vistas–the hills, fields and meadows, the ponds and streams, spilling over their banks after spring and autumn rains, shrinking to muddy, algae laced puddles, thin trickles and stony bottomed dry beds in the summer, freezing from a layer of slush to a solid block of ice in winter.
late March
the swept clean look
of brown hills
I’ve become a dreamer of skies and clouds, a sitter with a book and a stopped clock, a camera with eyes snapping images to preserve in memory and on paper.
roadside flower stand–
the autumn mist collectson empty shelves
I’m a calendar, watching for the cyclical changes, the weather patterns different from the area in the southern part of the state. Spring is slower to arrive, winter longer. Summer hotter and autumn more colorful.
a sweeping white field–
the hilltop farm housecasts a small shadow
I’m a hound, stopping and turning my head, my nostrils twitching. Scents are stronger. Wood smoke, burning leaves, farm animals, freshly mowed hay, wet pines and fermenting leaves.
damp morning
first the lilacs…then the manure
I'm a stranger to the area so I talk to shopkeepers, tell them my name, ask theirs, smile and wave to people. I let the outside inside.
new friends–
a rainy afternoonin the diner
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Saturday, February 11, 2012
Tanka
Sunday, February 5, 2012
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a brisk autumn walk the muddy blend of colors deepens my mood where are the highlights and bright spots of yesterday? Ribbons:Tanka Cafe
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oh, this wind! it sweeps me past my gate then spins me home spring clean-up- in the sweat of hard work a settling peace solid gray sky- fors...