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__I see with young eyes, an old mirror. Here, I hope to offer... as I see.

Tuesday, March 31, 2009

I've scribbled but one haiku with the word, "butterfly," and since I've opted to use each fly's call name. The top is that one, and the lower was written just moments ago... imagination.

listen...
among the silent flowers
a butterfly

dandelions
float on a new wind
this monarch

Monday, March 30, 2009

last night's heavy rain.

rainy night
old men boast of deeds
never done

Saturday, March 28, 2009

A visit home, in the reflection of memory.

greening foothills
as when life was new...
the same bluejays

Thursday, March 26, 2009

Yesterday, I found the first Rod McKuen book I purchased in 1969 (or thereabout,) "Listen to the Warm," I always liked those words and today, of them, I scribbled this (sort of) Cinq.


listen
to the warm breeze
seeping through the lilacs
into every awakened sense
new dawn

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

Thank you, Polona, your most recent haiga brought this to mind. It was first seen at the adventerous site, wonderhaikuworlds, on 4/29/07. I'm never content with that which I write, so this has been altered some.

gray dawn
the only sunrise...
a forsythia

Monday, March 23, 2009

Looking for the warmth, I remember this one from a few summers ago. More rain.

fireflies
in this night's soft rain...
pfsst pfsst pfsst

Saturday, March 21, 2009

From old trinkets, to an old friend.

warm rain
we listen to your song
old friend

Thursday, March 19, 2009

A personal thought, without a season.

antique shop...
in the porridge of my mind
old trinkets

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

candle flame
this moth follows its call
a kind wind

Sunday, March 15, 2009

pond rain...
drops fall into themselves
again

Friday, March 13, 2009

The onset was Friday the 13th, again it is Friday the 13th... . I thank you all, for my acceptance here!_m

a crack echoes
through this soundless forest
dim smell of pine

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

The moon is unseen, but the hound knows its there.

clouded night...
a far hound explains
the full moon

Tuesday, March 10, 2009

-Survival-

Two springs have passed since this was scribbled.

robins tug
the caving earth worms
a cat creeps

Monday, March 9, 2009

6:00 am. Geese, too many to count.

pond sounds
these Canadas commune...
ice-out

Saturday, March 7, 2009

subway station
the newsstand keeper peeks
at centerfolds

Thursday, March 5, 2009

Contraries

Compare the "contraries." The icicle the candle, the drop, the flame... "contraries," and each, the beginning of contrary results.

one drop lingers
at winter's last icicle
a candle flame

Tuesday, March 3, 2009

Sundial

Native American clans used their 'telling stones.' The closer that the sunrise beams came to that stone, the nearer spring was and the time to plant crops.

each morning
closer to this telling stone...
the sunrise

Sunday, March 1, 2009

As generated by Jens' posted poem, 3/1/9

yarns of memory
weave through these snowy streets
a new cloth