
Breeze above the creek
in the many footsteps’ shade
-dandelion blooms
Intimate details in nature
Breeze above the creek
in the many footsteps’ shade
-dandelion blooms
1.
Wind whipped whitecaps
ride breaking sea waves
-iridescent bubbles
2.
Tossing a pebble-
the lake surface shatters
sparkling waves
3.
Melting snow-
thunderous mountain waves
breach at rivers bend
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Carried by the sun
shadows and their branches
night’s rising moon
1.
Walking step by step
small hand around my finger
-spring morning dewdrop
2.
All day long in spring
and into the evening -green!
dewdrops on branches!
3.
In a clear spring sky
sliver of a faint young moon
-evening’s first dewdrop
I spent the last week quietly: off of the computer, no pencil and paper, email or reading.
My schedule allowed me to walk in the early morning and late evening.
I did take pictures quietly in the cool morning and warm evenings.
Below is a photograph from each day.
Monday
Tuesday
Wednesday
Thursday
Friday
In the midday sun
crossing the Prairie Willow
the glow of her steps
1.
Their beautiful glow –
golden Crocus pedals closed
in bitter spring winds
2.
3.
I lie on the lawn
bees buzz flower to flower
-sky of shooting stars
A water splashing
the sound of a fallen tree
ripples in blue sky
1.
I enter the arboretum wondering what blooms will be out today. There are a few clouds on this cool day, yet our warmest of spring .
I approach a family, the parents are in no rush to exit. The children are running and laughing under the bare branches. They stomp then wonder at their footprints in the remnants of an early morning snow in the dappled light.
Pools of grief and joy
well in afternoon green buds
early spring snowmelt
2.
I pass two people. Their voices mix with the chatting of squirrels and the chirping of birds. One has a pair of binoculars hanging from their neck. We share a “Hello.”
After they pass by, I hear a sound. Looking over, I see an empty tree branch waving.
Floating Lenten Rose
blooming in the garden bed
a passing spring cloud
3.
Close to the exit, I approach one of the pair I had passed earlier.
I blurt out, “Did you lose someone?” They laugh and look back the way they came saying , “No, they went that way.”
Day after winter
February Daphne blooms
Its fragrance lingers