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
New Year, #145 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
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Afternoon spring winds
waft through an open window,
sweep northern shadows
2.
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First steps of the day
out the window crocus blooms
the old oak floor creaks
Mid March, #81 View/comment on post
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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!
Early March, #79 View/comment on post
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Icicles caress
the leafless flower garden–
droplets drip, dripping
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A walker spies thier phone-
while a dog paints graffiti
on a snowbank
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Cycling red and green
cars emit thunderous waves-
a crow flaps its wings
Late February, #77 View/comment on post