__ This is an ancient legend of the Wampanoags along the shores of Lake Assawampsett, as it now edges Middleborough Ma.. Assawampsett, is that Lake of the White Stones, and the moon of leaves is June; Mon-do-min... Maize, that fruit of life. _m moon of leaves this lake of white stones mon-do-min
__ From that time when I was young, and through the span of each year since, these purple blossoms have always enlightened the arrivals of our deeper Spring; these fresh blooms are the Sash of Summer's Graduation. _m lilacs bloom in natures given time seasons sash __ Added, as we all count our time, this positional re-write of my comment left at a friend's blog. time mountain seconds to moments that climb the summit
Nature's time. __ We never overlook this time in which we live. Testing, each day as it is, we build our stone walls of memory, and since our time is not the time of others, we choose patient steps. _m
__ This is from old scribble notes of 2005. (the idea puddles, from old thoughts rain?) __ Rain is old, and forever; the dove sees its reflection in that fresh puddle... beak, to beak. in old rain this dove kisses itself fresh puddle
__ Politicians in fearful fights for themselves, as the gains for humanity are ignored... and lost. __ At noon two hounds fight, yet under the moon they become a team, and tree a raccoon. Again they fight, each hound fearing the other will run away with their prize. __ The raccoon escapes. strained music of this stolen harmony lost deeds
This brook flows into our ocean's bay. __ During high tide, and due to the loss of that brook's flow, its pools will rise. In winter nights, sheets of ice top every pool and cling to each stone's girth, as those stones reach above that pool's water level. Later, the outgoing tide drains some depth as that thin ice breaks away to sail toward the sea, by the surge of each pool's rush and flow. Halos of ice remain, clinging to the waist of every standing stone. __ Again, the tides will rise. _m headwater pool ice halos this naked stone the tide rises
A child's smile, always gives us light. __ Here the inspiration seen in line two, was from Devica's blog; simple words have and will further create, different feelings. _m candle flame for the hours dark and dull a child's smile
__ Today, in some ISTD terms, our love's dance. Happy anniversary Kathy; this our 37th, happy and pleasurable year(s)... that have so quickly passed, but will never be lost... our years of love and friendship! our waltz through these years quickstep
__ Friends, I had stepped aside for a while, this a very busy and complicated summer for my wife Kathy and I; no serious difficulties, we just sought to do all we could, within our "Activity Clock". I had visited some, posted none, now... back for fun! __ This, from one of my scribble books (10/03/04)... a spider clung to that fallen leaf, and sailed that brook downward to the sea. _m red leaf sails this out brook to the sea captain spider
__ Not often do I submit, and when I do 'tis very little. This, a "recent decline" of a long ago submission, had been returned to me. I simply write for myself with hope, that a few others may see... imagine, and relate.
__ Night snow collected on that Mountain Laurel, in small patches that seemed in that morning's sun, as blossoms on its limbs.
This thought was generated long ago by reading Howard Russell's book, "Indian New England Before the Mayflower." __ According to this legend of Assawompset Pond and the Wampanoag people, Maize first grew at the grave of Mon-do-min. Mon-do-min, an old warrior, needed a small meal to remain alive. But Mon-do-min gave his meal to a dying woman, that meal would save her life. Thus, Maize was forever to be named... Mon-do-min.
__ An invented response to a friend's post, some might consider it crude, but 'tis "nature's mark" of "ownership," and less crude than that seen on the internet, or on TV, the stage, movies, or in some photos of "Celebrities." __ Too, this old dog has left his "nature's mark", its "ownership" of the new car. Smiles! _m the old dog fully inspects this new car a wet tire
__ In our world, we must never overlook the importance of gracious motherhood, with love to those who have well-guided us all; I touch her photo and silently I wish and say, Happy Mother's Day, Mom_! heartful smile shown by her final photo I touch
__ Continuing to positively look forward we wish spring would arrive more quickly, as the housecats wish beyond the window glass. A slight change to this seasonal look forward, recently seen at the Haikuniverse site. humming birds discuss this flower garden housecats wish
__ We had huddled in those recent severe winter storm winds, and we've cuddled through the heat losses, then stepped forward to face the severe weather dilemmas without "whining" as some have done. Kathy and I overcame that discomfort; but wait, I must admit that "K" and I did_ "wine" somewhat_! Smiles. _m snow charges from storm stressed trees natures turbine
__ Preparing for the next Green Season, my Hungarian grandmother's preparations were the promises, as she referred to them, of tomorrow's garden, winter kept in her Mason jars. Those promises were never broken. Smiles. _m seeds promise in her mason jars spring
__ That evil number shan't consume us, or our time. The clock tick, most near that vile number is >6:59< but it soon steps onward to... seven of the clock, that "Lucky Number!" __ That "Lucky Number," blocks the dire devil digits, and if we attack, and subtract this "Lucky Number Seven" from that Satanic 666, what do we suppose our numerical remainder will be? >?< time's path with each new tick of life a symbol _m
__ Each holiday season, we look through both tears and smiles to our families of the past... that have given us... today. This was first seen on December 17th, 2oo9; KandI, offer our best holidayand seasonal wishes_ to you all! _m this lost voice questions in black and white photo album
__ A recent post by Jens at his Ashi blog, and within my night-sight memories, this imagined sight was generated. __ The spinnaker: a quarter moon as it sails across the night's sea, filled with the wind of stars. _m night sea the moon sail fills with stars spinnaker
Coming soon. __ Coastal river pools are subject to nature, and will ice over during freezing nights at high tide. When the tide recedes, a ring of ice clings to that stone and waits for the tide to rise again. _m river ice halos a lonely stone rising tide
__ This, an edit of an instant's Cinquain comment I left at Gillena's nifty blog, Lunch Break, as listed in my blog list. Yes, hear is hear as we may hear... the hammering waves; the sands return. _m The seas grind stone to sand with years of hammered waves then move its toil from hear, to there, to here.
__ Once seen in Wareham, a shred of newspaper flown by the onshore winds; the -black and white- of its headline print, brought thoughts of a Herring Gull. newspaper shred flies through this onshore wind a herring gull
__ At the age of fifteen, one of the many things I didn't know was... how little I'd know... when I reached the age of seventy-five. " The shadow knows_!" _m back arched this kitten threatens its foe shadow's hiss
__ Very odd to hear thunder and see lightning during a snow storm, today was that rarity. Perhaps 'twas political confrontations among the 'flakes' as their ideals clashed? flakes dispute in thunderous snowfall crossing winds
Kathy and I, during an evening walk in early Spring: 2013. We are, at home. __ An evening stroll at pondside with walking sticks at hand; we speak in silent glances. Head nods point to swans an the far shore, and our smiles find a Great Blue wading into the sunset. We see an otter drawing its swim path wake, and a raccoon awaiting moonrise. Then, an owl tilted its head our way to delve our thoughts, and happily it sensed our good intent. natures home with the sounds of traveled wings humming birds