__ As spring breezes create each new day's breath, these green leaves, with wild tree flowers above fresh ground blossoms, and below such warming sun... causes the mind's heart to grow.

bold rains                                    paint this new river                          gravities brush                                                

__Thank you, my friends,  I'm trying to maintain all my new steps forward, and communications with ya'all  help deeply! Yesterday was a scheduled visit to my Dr., and all is well (very, in fact)...   tests were of a positive level.                                     __Now...  I'll leave a seasonal image for us all!   Smiles!  _m

this forcythia

awakens new seasons change

such gold of life

   

__ Since my strokes, I've been far less active on my blog, and most active with my pencil and note book;  as I now step forward, I'll leave some of my more fresh thoughts to view . Smiles!

sidewalk hopscotch grid

of this sniffing dog's sneezes 

chalk dust                                                                                                                                             

   Thoughts, of long ago, seem to have become more and more pointless during today's view of daily life.

old thoughts

as that dust settles

this  new breeze

__ On or about 1959 in High School, I first began to use "ball-point pens" manufactured by Bich... they quickly became BIC pens... . Then, the below fountain pens began their fade into history. _m

fountain pen 

leaked into my bureau drawer  

spotted sox

__Each season's change, adjusts our minds eye; new thoughts dance. Best wishes to you all! _m

as green leaves fade 

changing colors tease all eyes 

a dance in the blue

 __ When human time passes, watching Nature's daily change soon defines each traveler's muse.

as waters rise

this rivers stones fade away

the sea waits

__ At each day's end, we step toward tomorrows... with the hopeful promise of natures care.

each tiger lilly

imitates the setting sun

tomorrows promise

__ So often we are unaware of our daily, or nightly gifts; each day gives its wealth to us all.

dawn's song

sings through this night's mist

morning doves

__ Listening to the night: beyond the aircraft, the blare of truck and car horn noises... ears find and tie themselves to an ease of nature's conversations._m

darkness into dim

as this moonrise lights times sky

owls count shadows

__ Thoughts search beyond, as our minds-eyes become captivated within the stems of natures will. _m

a gull sweeps low 

above this rising tides swell 

scans the foam 

 __Each Spring's forest night, sings a different song; we listen among such ease of sounds. _m

dimness into dark

as this moonrise lights times sky

owls count shadows

__ Natures traffic light?

green bursts

above this forsythia

a cardinal waits  

__

__ It has happened before:  nature's explaination that, it... is the painter of each day's art. Smiles! _m

this forsythia

well painted by last evening's snow

a season's canvas

__ So much of life's glorious and iconic beauty has been lost within the magic of electronic thought,  yet, nature has now begun to paint with its own seasonal... keyboard brushes.  

__ Smiles!  _m

such bird shadows 

within this springs clouded sky

nature's internet

 __I've not posted in such a long time, my stroke and my wife Kathy's illnesses,  family deaths and aged turmoil... all not infected by Covid 19, but for the deeply mazed time consumption and civil caring. The warming air enlivens our cranberry bogs and our wandering thoughts.

__ To you all, I hope all is well. _m

fog wanders

across this warming bog

a lonely crow

__ Trying to be more active. This senryu I left as a plus comment at a long time blog friend's post. Viewing  sunrise (looking to the sunrise) this senryu proves my 'mind-compass,' has failed its magnetic directivity. Smiles! _m      (behind me?) 

viewing sunrise
my shadow stands before me
mind-compass

__ Though Covid-19 hasn't invaded Kathy and my immediate family... it has invaded the entire world's  family. If there is but one positive, 'tis that virus has truely enhanced our value of each life. __ The 'Hunters' dream forward: the 'Search'.   _m

latched within their caves
hunters continue to search
forest pathway dreams

__ Green trees wave... 'their leaves'... to the good, and against this illness. _m

an empty train
leaves this crossroad depot
green trees wave

__ Monday I gazed out the kitchen window across our yard, and through a cloud of snowflakes... each flake seemed a teacup just floating on the morning air; newly bloomed forsythia took their sips.  A reason, or season_?  _m

forsythia blooms
as snowflakes punctuate
poetic reason

Nature's irrevocable magic:

__ Beyond these sickened days, hearts scan toward sweet tomorrows; green leaves give we all, a new cause of life .  _m

as fresh buds swell

beyond this soured air

green leaves

__ Deepest cold of this winter... were these few days. Now, our trees are reaching through these low numbers to that nearing sun, and in a few short weeks the buds will think of reddening.  Smiles_!
_m

tree limbs tempt
in winds of frigid air
buds wait

Life's wind doesn't harm the wick, it simply severs the candle's flame. _m

times candlewick 
deeply feeds this flame of life
a soft wind

__ To overcome potential failures, all hands... to the paddles.  _m

of times canoe

above that final fire

hands to paddles

This, from 12/13/2009,  tears from the snowman's coal eyes.
__ My grand daughter then seven, called me Papa. That afternoon she presented a picture she had drawn of me... as a Snowman... entitled as scribbled, Pupu.   That grand and loving gift, is still kept close. _m

coal eyes drip
this snowman's heart surges
handkerchief 

__ I wonder; to what may this refer?

pigeons strut
their self serving pathways
foxes watch

__ The fawns of life, count the charms of nature; as they override nature's costs, the young teach us all.   _m

evergreen statues 
hidden within this snows grasp
footprints of a fawn

Fifty six years ago... today. _m

see the truth
find that ping pong ball
in a waterfall 

__ The moon and stars... glowing through the light snowflakes... and in hearing that owl's tally,  my imagination explored. _m

snowy moon
as this owl counts the stars
flake by flake

The moon roams; and imaginations see the wolves breath... framing that moon.

the moon clouds
wolves howl at their own breath
frigid winds

__ Nature's poor spider, clung to that maple leaf on its glide to the pond below; life's sailors must navigate... within nature's changes. 

this leaf afloat
whirls in the ponds wind
seasick spider 

The dog, cautiously mistrusts that whirlwind of leaves:   Woof_! Woof_!   
__ Then, of course, there is that connection of leaves... to the trees' >barks< then perhaps, the dog's >barks< ?

fallen leaves
new swirls at every glance
the dog barks

Nature changes "althings", always; or should it be, "all things, all ways"?  Smiles! _m

old sun
alights this pathway
new day

__ This echo is today's comment I entered at  Zen Speug, John's good blog.  Often the idea-crumbs we leave... feed someone else's thought. _m

walks along
this path of fallen crumbs
pigeons glean

__ Season's caring interest as we remember, and review the colors within our earthly clock.

yellow ferns
as red leaves drift within
greens pine

__ This feeling, was posted on October 3rd, seven years ago today. The only change, is the total of those valued years! _m

38 years... today, Happy Anniversary Kathy!
__ One morning, many, many years ago now, I stepped out of bed...
immediately Kathy rolled into that newly vacant spot. I asked "are you 
cold?" Without opening her eyes, Kathy simply said,  "No, it just smells
like you."  That moment, never forgotten. 

each morning
her new day's gift
that smile

__ As the hummingbirds fly south; this, from a well used log of old notes, is a form of my recent comment at Dejan's,  's-cricket' blog.

wings do hum
as this bird sips nectar deep
natures fuel 

__ This is an 'echo' comment that I left at the 'Sandy, Cal.'  blog... as can be found, listed to the right of my blog page... 'tis worthy of a visit!

open window
the owl's echo through this night
a train passes

The white noise?
__ This from an older note book-scribble of twelve/plus -years- ago. Haven't we all noticed this juxtaposition... years to tears, far to near? _m

near song
of flowers on the breeze
a far owl

__ Enticed... this time within a forest's woods

of forest shade
as lady slippers blossom
a deer trail

__ Ideas are dust; we all, will weave our dust. _m

the dust
afloat on histories breeze
ideas ravel 

__ 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 

The bows of boughs, spilled out that rain_.

__  Lately, so much rain here;  this post,  just moments ago,  was an old scribble in one of my notebooks.  Memories.  _m

daffodils  

their trumpets fill with rain

soft bows 

__ Yellow is yellow, this, an adjusted re-post of mine from April of 2007:  the gladdening view of  "natural changes, that remain unchanged".  _m

goldfinches
in this morning sun
forsythia 

__ Its that time, as our seasonal changes continue; 'tis so exciting to sense and see natures soft and shining growth. Here, a slight re-write of a haiku that I posted ten years ago.  Smiles! _m

greening foothills
as their life begins anew
the same bluejays

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

as cardinals
praise this warming sun
an owl 

Anticipation. 

__ With each days glance at our sun's new clock, a growing warmth.  _m

growing days

snow slides off those swollen buds

our suns clock

__ 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

__ This was my first post, Friday, February 13th, 2009;  during February of each year I often re-post... to renew, and restart. Smiles! _m

snow fills
this cabins shattered bones
broken tea cup

__ Just a dream... greening time. _m

ice filled night
stars seed a thought of flowers
the green

__ 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

__ Sun, shadows, wind: a triangle that creates such quickly changing visions. _m

snow swirls
images of these winded flights 
kaleidoscope 

The wings' shadows thankfully respond, as they wave back and upward to their creators; the birds travel onward.  _m

as birds fly
across this iced ponds sunset
shadows wave

When facing any or all of our many failures, there is always another step to be taken! Smiles. _m 

first coffee
beyond this broken shoelace 
my loafers

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

Best wishes to you all! 
__ This was previously posted during the Christmas season of 2009. We continue to look back, into family times. _m

this lost voice
questions in black and white
photo album

__Watch the lighter snow as it clings and enhances; often, such a momentary sight. _m

off shore breeze
pine trees sift this early snow
branches dress

__ This, a minor rewrite of that inspired by Ashi's blog, and left at Ashi's blog a few days ago. Thanks Jens! _m

memories
the steps beyond times painting
todays brush 

__ Seasons trading places, but for one moment the squirrels stretch out on empty branches and absorb the warm. _m

leafless branches
as squirrels seek this suns warmth
a north wind

Friends, I wish you all, a fun-filled and happy Halloween_!
__ I certainly require much more... than my comb.

morning mirror
alarmed by last night's mask
my comb 

__ After each forest's Autumn diet, Winter soon arrives;  thereafter, those trees find Spring and regain their Summer ounces, Each season's smile! _m

season's diet
trees loose some weight
leaf by leaf

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. 

mountain laurel

blossoms in this morning sun
night snow  

__ Now, a minimal rewrite of this haiku, first seen at the site >Haikuniverse< on March 16th of this year. Such grand and busy birds, these "hawks of nectar." _m

hummingbirds

discuss this flower garden

house cats wish 

__ Too, ships at sail all navigate their return;  "Homeport." _m

vessels sail
to leave a lonely berth
homeport 

__The peaceful sounds of night, as we looked out over our sea. The sight of that quarter moon, seeming it was a spinnaker filled with the night winds and songs; tomorrow was at the helm.


earth compass
as the moonsail finds its course
the owl's chart
while crickets count the stars
life's helm

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.

mon-do-min
from this moon of leaves
nature lives

Thoughts are levers, the spoons that stir our dreams.

each moment 

a spoon that stirs our dreams

sip the now

To and fro.  As tides return, we flow forward; summer days. 

the tides
within their flow 
closer sun

__ Massachusetts National Cemetery, Bourne MA;  in time's Memorial Day march, the flags stand.

soldiers stand
memories within these stones
the flags 

__ 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

__ So often, within the sane endings of nature... new beginnings are given.

reddened salmon
swim upstream to their end
the beginnings

__ Of course my bookcase is of that old tree, and within that honored harvest it holds the sound of words. _m

that old tree
fell into my bookcase
word sounds

__ 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

__ Enthralled.  On one tree, its branches may be uncountable.  I cannot imagine that total count of leaves;  stars of the trees, in this forest deep.  _m

deep forest
on countless branches
the leaves

__ New glasses enhance this truer vision; counting wrinkles.   A slight rewrite.
_m

new glasses
conquer yesterday's blur
mirror  wrinkles 

__ With each silent drop that strikes its brass, the eyes' senses may imagine the sound of that bell.  Smiles.
_m

closer sun
melts away this lingered snow 
a brass bell

__ 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

__ Power has returned -again-, this... the second power outage since March began. Now, we think positive as we peer forward into the change.  

__ Here,  a slight 'change' to the comment I left at Isabella's nifty artistic blog, Veredit.  A visit there, it would be worth your while.   _m

dark seeds

pulled upward by the sun

rose portraits

__ 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 

__ Hazardous  journeys,  and the 'politics' of reaching that needed harbor; each side needs to tack.  _m

port to starboard 
sailing against the storm
tack on tack

__ Previous snowfall and on this ground's new blanket, tree branches pen their words; the authors.

noon sun
trees write as they feel
shadow words

_m

__ 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

__ Happy Birthday Nora!   Best Wishes from  D and K. 
__ Stepping aside for a while folks, see you soon. _m

new light
of this inner warmth
times sun

__ A re-write from long ago, this comfort we still absorbed during yesterday's eve.  _m

a candle
hiding darkness
the tea kettle

Happy New Year!
__  As we look into our new year with promising views, our positive attitudes must always choose that new shovel. 

year's change
aged snow on the walkway
a new shovel

__ 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;  K and I,  offer our best holiday and 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 

__ Earlier this fall, the roving deer... one took a sip from the cranberry bog's water. Such a soft thing to watch, these calm and wandering deer.

three deer
circle this flooded bog
a sip

__ As colors change, then turn to rust, the leaves travel back to nature's source; we will see them again, when they feed the greens of nature's freshened summers. _m

winds rise
as these rusted leaves travel
their time

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

__ The ghouls,  a repost from October of 2009;  one year later, a candle.  Smiles, and Boooo!


ghouls and goblins
rap rap rapping at my door
moonlight 

a candle
shows this pumpkins smile
the harvest

I thank you John!  This was a comment I recently left at John's good blog, Zen Speug.

arched fingers
dance across the ivories
pianissimo 

 Each day, we navigate along the night dream's river... to a different sea.   _m

the dream 
our chartway to further seas 
night rivers

'Tis that time, the seasonal colors change.

season leaves
within this revolving breeze
auburn whispers 

__ Kathy and I hold this day, as we do all of our days, deeply important:  October third,  1981.

thirty six years
of truth filled with happiness
we are