January 11th, #148

creek’s whispering breeze
thaw reveals Moscow Mountain
melting moonlight -drip
January 11th, #148 View/comment on post

creek’s whispering breeze
thaw reveals Moscow Mountain
melting moonlight -drip
January 11th, #148 View/comment on post

waters thaw and freeze
boiling bubbles flowing veins
color slips to gray
January 7th, #147 View/comment on post

the old oils flow wet
a freshly painted canvas
Palouse winter fog
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January 4th, #146 View/comment on post

calving snow and ice
in the blinding snow -beating
melting metal heart

a blooming flower
into the sky reaching…
the frail old willow
New Year, #145 View/comment on post

morning -looking up
in the mirror branches grow
gray sprouts from my chin
December 29th, #144 View/comment on post

water flow crossing
shy of the stone walk below
finds a spot to rest
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.


above the tree tops
in the tree shadows -raindrops
waxing and waining
Late December, #143 View/comment on post

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
Winter sky – 24 hours, #141 View/comment on post

a glow in the fog
golden melancholy tone
last of autumn waves

December 15th, #140 View/comment on post

snowflakes to rain drops
lonely hum suddenly a swarm
slippery sidewalks!

void of snow and rain
leafless tree trunk and branches
in late autumn prayer

rain drops to snowflakes
swarm quivers to lonely hum
sidewalk shadows shift
Early December, #139 View/comment on post