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January 30, 2013 § Leave a comment

Local ducks.

Local ducks.

February is, among other things, National Haiku Writing Month. Of course I have to be on board for that.

Expect more posts. Hound me if they don’t show up. Okay, maybe don’t hound me….

[ducks not hungry]

January 24, 2013 § Leave a comment

Ducks not hungry today —
leaving the creek empty-handed

[eyes not used]

January 12, 2013 § Leave a comment

Eyes not used
to the sun so bright
on the rain puddles

[cup of tea]

December 16, 2012 § 1 Comment

cup of tea held against
the cold from the door

[December street]

December 16, 2012 § Leave a comment

The street with only people on it
forgets December in the sun

[keep an eye]

December 16, 2012 § Leave a comment

Keep an eye on the mountains —

the only way to mark your progress under a gray sky.

qotd

December 11, 2012 § Leave a comment

Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

Robert Frost

via Poetry is what gets lost in… at BrainyQuote.

[late in the afternoon]

December 11, 2012 § Leave a comment

Late in the afternoon
all the shadows of leaves look like feathers

[reflected]

December 9, 2012 § Leave a comment

watching the mountain
reflected in the window

[beyond the shadow]

December 8, 2012 § Leave a comment

Beyond the shadow
Sunlight shining through the street’s string of Christmas lights