A water splashing
the sound of a fallen tree
ripples in blue sky
Tree, #84
Nature Life
Intimate details in nature
In the Arboretum II – Blooms, #83
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
Wednesday morning, #82
In the low clouds gap
floats an edge of a mountain,
quarter of a moon
Mid March, #81
1.
Afternoon spring winds
waft through an open window,
sweep northern shadows
2.
3.
First steps of the day
out the window crocus blooms
the old oak floor creaks
In the Arboretum, #80
Light misty breath
lit by a waning winter sun
each catkin flower
Early March, #79
1.
Moist green garlic shoots
thread through faded brittle weaves
of an old straw mat
2.
Under filtered sun –
Palouse snowmelt fills the gaps
of wind whipped shadows
3.
About to write a thought
a fly lands on the paper
– then flies away!
Winter breeze, #78
A distant birdsong
lies in the highway’s faint hum
in a snowy field
Late February, #77
1.
Icicles caress
the leafless flower garden–
droplets drip, dripping
2.
A walker spies thier phone-
while a dog paints graffiti
on a snowbank
3.
Cycling red and green
cars emit thunderous waves-
a crow flaps its wings
Winter day, #76
From wintering trees-
the notification pings-
a lonely bird song
Winter Garden, #75
Tomato poles stand
in the snow covered garden-
patiently waiting