a broken shadow
drifting clouds after the storm
floats a hazy moon
Nature Life
Intimate details in nature
Arboretum – Winter Walk, #149
This week I went for a lunch-hour winter walk in the Arboretum. It had been a while since visiting there. I took a few photographs and share them here along with a haiku poem.
her fragile fingers
shuttle weaves through forest edge
whole and half notes dance
January 11th, #148
creek’s whispering breeze
thaw reveals Moscow Mountain
melting moonlight -drip
January 7th, #147
waters thaw and freeze
boiling bubbles flowing veins
color slips to gray
January 4th, #146
New Year, #145
calving snow and ice
in the blinding snow -beating
melting metal heart
a blooming flower
into the sky reaching…
the frail old willow
December 29th, #144
morning -looking up
in the mirror branches grow
gray sprouts from my chin
Late December, #143
1.
water flow crossing
shy of the stone walk below
finds a spot to rest
2.
Leaving the building after the photo shoot, I am not sure why I did it. It was spontaneous.
On the table a bowl of mints.
The wrappers made a scraping sound as I shoved the handful of them into my coat pocket.
I walked back to the office and on arrival I removed my snow boots and hung my coat.
I sat down and proceeded to upload the photographs on the hard drive for a later edit.
I answered a few emails and instant message requests.
I warmed up lunch.
Putting on my coat, I and headed out for walk downtown.
The snow still falling.
I came upon a person shoveling the walk.
Passing him I said, “Thank You.”
He said “What?”
I said, “Thank you for clearing the walk. Would you like a mint?” (I had just put my hand in my pocket and found them).
He said, “No.”
I pulled the mints out and held them in my hand.
A couple of the mints had red and green stripes.
He said, “I like candy canes.”
I held out my hand and he took one, thanking me.
We continued on our way to the scrapping sound of the shovel.
3.
above the tree tops
in the tree shadows -raindrops
waxing and waining
December 22nd, #142
blinding headlights -stare
slips over the guardrail -dark
hallow feather bone
Winter sky – 24 hours, #141
wake! she’s got to go!
old dog frolics in the snow
a shimmering moon!
needles pierce the dark
wings of silvery snowflakes
thread of window light
morning winter breeze
the front door melts -shivering
an Owl’s morning call