farm out

a river seems to

profess god’s perfect design–

yet some are man-made

sometimes god leaves his best art

to his best creations

 

–photo by me

wordless wed 5/29/19

–photo by me

Haiku 63

trees shake off their dust

and mix it up at the beach–

on their own spring break

 

–photo by me

High Noon

In the middle of our supper,

The night fell with a thud,

Splattering gravy everywhere.

Smokey licked most of it up,

But the damage was done,

And it stayed dark all night.

Then, at breakfast, the day

Suddenly broke overhead,

And our corn flakes went

Flying in every direction.

Again, Smokey cleaned it up,

But the damage was done,

And the day stayed broken.

For lunch, we went out to

The pasture to eat more of

The mushrooms we’d found

There a few days before.

Suddenly, Smokey pointed

Up at the sun, and yelled,

“It’s high noon! Hit the deck!”

But the damage was done

And we stayed high all day.

wordless wed 5/22/19

–Photo by me

six word stories — 19

“I fell again,” she offered. Silence.

on getting old (senryu)

each person i meet

seems more like a composite

of people i’ve met

lilac sky

i had a dream

of lilac skies

above a ruby lake

when suddenly

it dawned on me

that i was not awake

 

at length the thought

occurred to me

that maybe i could fly–

without ado

away i flew

into the lilac sky

 

–photo by me

Spring Shots

It’s finally time for the deer to lose their shaggy winter coats. The healthiest ones molt first. Some scientists say that there’s a secondary molting in the fall, but not all agree. Perhaps they’re just splitting hairs!

Cross-country skiers keep their trails pruned well, making perfect paths in the spring to explore the deep woods.

Common Merganser ducks, sometimes called “sawbills” because of their serrated bills, are regular visitors to our little lake. Here, a male skirts the last of the ice with his little harem.

We also get the occasional swan, almost always in pairs.

A gull keeps a wary eye on a foreign intruder. These Canadian honkers are everywhere as they make a pit-stop on their journey north.

The ubiquitous bunnies have finally turned brown, and now blend in well with their environment, making them a little safer from predators.

Pussy Willows have always been an harbinger of Spring, and no collection of spring pics would be complete without them.

Finally, I had to add this shot as it is truly the essence of Spring–new green sprouts pushing up through the old dead layer of brown leaves.

 

–Photos by me

wordless wed 5/15/19

–photo by me