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Saturday, December 09, 2017

Delicate Falling


 





















 Why is the sky gray
When the snow it calls is white?
Winter mystery.











Evergreens stick out
In the mass of brown and gray.
Sky is colorless.

























Green leaves still flower
On this bush whose white flowers
Will return in Spring.
















I baaaa at the goat;
He baaaa's back and so do I.
(Our conversation.)




















This veil of sawdust
Has lain for many months now;
Echoing the tree.



















Nestled like a child
In the crotch of three dead trees--
Gathering of leaves.





















Delicate falling,
The first snow flakes of winter
Whisper their descent.















Peeking over hill--
New black and white cat plant
Watches me watch it.












Thursday, December 07, 2017

This Deserted House














Colder day by day'
I leave later day by day. 
(Always something new.)















Bird feeder's ready
But still there are no birds there.
(They disappoint me)































What are they thinking,
These two cows standing so still?
(Or are they thinking?)



















Robin on fence post
Surveys the field before him--
King of the mountain.



















Unclaimed papers lie
As they have for many days.
(A new one today?)



















Upside down white chair;
Empty windows and no cars:
This deserted house.



















Dots on the mountain--
Random garbage thrown away--
Out of sight, out of.......




















Bare tall tree creaking
Every time I walk past it;
(We're all getting old).
























First fine skin of ice
Appears on the mud puddle;
No sound; no fury.












































 

Wednesday, December 06, 2017

Between the Two Worlds

















Glass hummingbird hangs
Secure in front of the screen
Between the two worlds.



















No birds are coming
Even though the feeder's full.
(They must be bird brains).













The woods are singing
Their high tuneless song today.
(What does it portend?)






























Rumbling from the woods;
Last days of hunting season.
Goat turns to see it.
















Overturned trash can
And puddles in the driveway--
Two signs of no life.


















How long will it take
This leaning old wooden fence
Before it falls?

















Curled and wrinkled now
The "No Trespassing" sign
Has lost its power.
















The misty gray glade:
Silent chants of elfin ghosts
And Celtic wonders.









Reminder of Life

From walk of December 4, 2017












What value haiku
As my Charlotte lies dying?
Reminder of life.





















Have my two eyes changed
In this shifting season of light
Or is it just me?



















Buds have disappeared
From the tips of the lilacs.
Where has the Spring gone?






























Monsters are dancing
Above the field and the pond--
Opening steel jaws.






















Trickster rays of light
Bring long dead leaves back to life--
Sienna sunshine.





















Bright green blades of grass
Spring from the brown leaf cover;
Which is mocking which?


















Sits in black in white
In two places like phantom,
Watching me watch him.



































































Saturday, November 18, 2017

The Moods Follow Me












Wood fence is concealed--
Pampas is taking over;
Soon victorious.















First, it's sunny out;
Then the world is gray and dull.
The moods follow me.






















Even the red ball
Cannot lift my dim spirits.
I just have to wait.





















Rooster looks at me
Poses for a picture;
Curious goat watches.
.




























Silently they flit:
Birds to the bushes and squirrels--
Feathered and furry.























It's growing darker--
Trampoline is lined with leaves
Under the gray sky.
































Children have vanished,
But still the road sign remains;
(Their laughter is gone)
























Overturned trash can
In front of empty bottle;
There's nobody home.



















What mystery this
In neatly tied plastic bag?
Discarded dog shit.