waning winter moons
above melting snow -listening
worms till underneath
I’ve never noticed
pine trees sewing needle lace
until last night’s snow
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silent winter song
a bow stroke from frog to tip
without a quiver
I spent last week quietly: off of the computer, no pencil and paper, email or reading. My schedule allowed me to walk in the early morning or afternoon. Below are photographs taken during the week, one for each day:
a broken shadow
drifting clouds after the storm
floats a hazy moon
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
creek’s whispering breeze
thaw reveals Moscow Mountain
melting moonlight -drip
waters thaw and freeze
boiling bubbles flowing veins
color slips to gray
the old oils flow wet
a freshly painted canvas
Palouse winter fog
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calving snow and ice
in the blinding snow -beating
melting metal heart
a blooming flower
into the sky reaching…
the frail old willow
morning -looking up
in the mirror branches grow
gray sprouts from my chin