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

Wednesday, December 5, 2018

__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

Wednesday, November 7, 2018

__ 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 

Friday, November 2, 2018

__ 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

Wednesday, October 31, 2018

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 

Sunday, October 21, 2018

__ 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

Monday, October 8, 2018

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

Wednesday, October 3, 2018

__ 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 

Monday, September 24, 2018

__ 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

Tuesday, July 17, 2018

__ 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  

Monday, July 9, 2018

__ 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 

Tuesday, July 3, 2018

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

vessels sail
to leave a lonely berth
homeport 

Thursday, June 28, 2018

__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

Tuesday, June 19, 2018

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

Wednesday, June 6, 2018

Thoughts are levers, the spoons that stir our dreams.

each moment 
a spoon that stirs our dreams
sip the now

Thursday, May 31, 2018

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

the tides
within their flow 
closer sun

Sunday, May 27, 2018

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

soldiers stand
memories within these stones
the flags 

Tuesday, May 22, 2018

__ 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

Friday, May 18, 2018

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

reddened salmon
swim upstream to their end
the beginnings

Monday, May 14, 2018

__ 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

Saturday, May 12, 2018

__ 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

Sunday, April 29, 2018

__ 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

Thursday, April 19, 2018

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

new glasses
conquer yesterday's blur
mirror  wrinkles 

Friday, March 23, 2018

__ 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

Saturday, March 17, 2018

__ 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

Thursday, March 15, 2018

__ 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

Thursday, March 8, 2018

__ 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

Tuesday, February 27, 2018

__ 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 

Tuesday, February 20, 2018

__ 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

Tuesday, February 6, 2018

__ 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

Sunday, January 28, 2018

__ 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

Tuesday, January 9, 2018

__ 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

Sunday, January 7, 2018

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

a candle
hiding darkness
the tea kettle

Tuesday, December 26, 2017

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

Saturday, December 16, 2017

__ 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

Tuesday, November 21, 2017

__ 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 

Wednesday, November 15, 2017

__ 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

Sunday, November 5, 2017

__ 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

Friday, November 3, 2017

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

Sunday, October 29, 2017

__ 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

Sunday, October 22, 2017

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 


Saturday, October 14, 2017

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

the dream 
our chartway to further seas 
night rivers

Wednesday, October 4, 2017

'Tis that time, the seasonal colors change.

season leaves
within this revolving breeze
auburn whispers 

Tuesday, October 3, 2017

__ 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 

Saturday, September 30, 2017

__ As the days grow short, "short-day rivers" float these travelers, toward their unknown. 

red leaves
find their path to the sea
travelers

Monday, September 18, 2017

__ What happened long ago,  may now become a more savory memory.  _m

time's still
brews tomorrow's memory
a scent of wine 

Wednesday, September 13, 2017

__ As seasons change, sitting in a warm and sunny breeze.  Just a thought.

ten of hearts
lost in the fallen leaves
solitaire  

Wednesday, September 6, 2017

__ A minor rewrite of my comment at Adelaide's good blog, White Petals.

Dirty,
as fingernails
scrape room for these new seeds,
fresh blooms give rise to our new gifts;
blossoms.  

Sunday, August 27, 2017

__ The first wash, then air dried; the rubbing knees? Woost, woost, wersht? 

fast walk
knees discuss this path
new jeans

Wednesday, August 23, 2017

Hello friends!
__  Two of last night's scribbles. Water, the lifeline.  Storm clouds are the sails; the crooked mast, a lightning strike. Oh... and yes, the 'boom' that circles the sail's mast, is thunder. Smiles! _m

as rivers
bleed into the seas
life flows

storm sails 
above this ocean 
crooked mast 


Friday, August 4, 2017

__ The glistening orange jewels, enhance the pure white blooms.

the gem
on Queen Anne's Lace
ladybug 
           

Tuesday, August 1, 2017

Happy August!    
__ We still enjoy communing with friends around the campfires, and the warm conversations that are part of those fires. This, a minor re-write of my post as seen on 8/1/2010.  _m

at sunset
just a few words away
the campfire 

Saturday, July 29, 2017

       Time teases; while summer shrinks, we leap into each new day. _m

birds watch
as winds rake the grass
crickets shrug 

Thursday, July 20, 2017

__ 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.  

Monday, July 3, 2017

__ The echo's return... undecided.

from this cave
as water drips in time
more echoes

Saturday, July 1, 2017

__ Truth is seen in the change of form; silence speaks, and it may be time.

tiger lilies 
as life steps forward
midyear pace

Monday, June 26, 2017

__ Days rest. These sips... as the bell tolls.  _m

crow caw 
while this day bell chimes
a wine glass

Sunday, June 18, 2017

___ The luck... of being.

life's clock
a garble of morning birds
sunrise

Thursday, June 15, 2017

__ So happy to see these wildflowers,  this warm season's introduction.  First  penciled  during  June,  of  2006. 

in silence
they walk among the trees
lady slippers  

Friday, June 9, 2017

___ As the sun sets beyond the greened  horizon, we can imagine it would say:  "See you all tomorrow." _m

at sunset
this day lantern hides
green hills

Friday, June 2, 2017

__ Some of that book-trophy's value, is in the search. 

estate sale
in this dusty library
a trophy

Friday, May 26, 2017

__ This, my minor rewrite of a comment left long ago at -Drops of Ink- July of 2016:  'tis a wonder,  that which can be found within the crusts.  _m

the brain
becomes each story's oven
this pie

Wednesday, May 17, 2017

__ As we strolled  through the graveyard,  a rabbit kit watched our steps... quietly.

on this stone
our names not yet etched
the kits eyes   

Tuesday, May 9, 2017

__ In their motionless poses, the Great Blue Herons become eye and mind magnets. This was a comment I left at the 'Lisa R' blog.  

great blue
in this silent pose
a sketch

Thursday, May 4, 2017

__  Each season, has its own poet.

times circle
where its words meet
the lilacs

Monday, April 24, 2017

__ May, is the  "Flower Moon,"  and it seems April is called  "The Pink Moon."   But, I'll continue to name each April moon, -The  Moon of Leaves-.

moon of leaves
calls to the green
an owl

Saturday, April 8, 2017

__ At the day's close, relaxed sips.   _m

tea kettle
a song in the nights dark
candle flame

Friday, March 31, 2017

__ 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

Thursday, March 23, 2017

__ 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

Saturday, March 18, 2017

__ The sight of time within a forest walk, and too, your imagination may hear yesterday.

stone walls
in paintings of gathered years
moss time

Sunday, March 12, 2017

With happy smiles for my friend and Sister-in-Law.

morning coffee
snowfall filled my flip-flops
another cup

Tuesday, March 7, 2017

__ Frogs, hidden among the shoreline green; at our pond, from one of my scribble books during June, 2013. _m

shoreline
as night frogs debate the day
this ponds choir 

Tuesday, February 28, 2017

__ Tomorrow is now; the river flows. _m

water wheel
ideas from times river
todays mill

Tuesday, February 21, 2017

__  Tennis, a journalistic simile? Should I have used the word lays, instead of lies?  _m

tennis match
truth lies within the lines
backspin 

Saturday, February 18, 2017

__ We watched that night pond; as a Swan paddled by, the stars' reflections danced in her wake.     5/22/2013

a swan swirls
upon this silent pond
the stars dance

Tuesday, February 14, 2017

__ Snowball, it was said by Napoleon, was the single cause of all  "Animal Farm" failures. Timely disclosure of truths are accomplished... by the balance of common senses.

today's truths
rise above past lies
senses  

Thursday, February 9, 2017

__ 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

Sunday, February 5, 2017

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

Thursday, February 2, 2017

__ This "older" cloth is a slight "time edit" to my post of  3-9-2009; another weave.    Smiles.  _m

yarns of memory
woven through these snowy streets
an older cloth
 

Sunday, January 29, 2017

__ To allow goodness, set a free but guarded weave.   _m

time's new cloth
goodness lingers in that weave
a loose loom

Tuesday, January 24, 2017

__ A minimal re-write of my comment at Juliet's "Crafty Green Poet" blog.  One question remains: did I spell caws incorrectly?

politics
their cause about the people
crows debate

Wednesday, January 18, 2017

__ I expect, the third friend will be a mystery to no one; smiles_!

three friends
this glass of wine
sunset

Tuesday, January 10, 2017

Friends, please visit 'Veredit' in my blog list to the right, I believe you will enjoy her art.
__ Winter. We always envision the positive. _m

tree songs
in the highest octave
soprano sleet

Sunday, January 1, 2017

__ Really, I didn't misspell here. It was morning when I saw these doves, foraging in the light snow under the bird feeder. Smiles_!

light flurry
these four toe footprints
morning doves

 

Wednesday, December 28, 2016

Best wises for a Grand and Happy New Year... to all in our world_!
__ A new year; by seeing across the fence we learn, adjust, and freshen our newer pathways.

closed gates
as the past paints tomorrow
fence teacher

_m

Saturday, December 17, 2016

__ The magic of snow, shining the empty limbs and softening worldly sounds; my best seasonal wishes... to you all_! 

the first snow
lights trees darkened limbs
a silent brook

Tuesday, November 29, 2016

__ My imagination opened an old slant top desk; the pen, the paper, an empty inkwell. _m

this old nib
dreams a new verse
empty well

Monday, November 21, 2016

Thanks (for) giving... my friends, I offer good holiday wishes to you all_! 
__ Over the barber shop floor, I can't wait 'til I step on my freshly cut hair and feel the youth... of tomorrow's haircut_! Smiles_!  _m

old men step
over their fresh cut hair
young boys
 

Saturday, November 19, 2016


Departure 21

A leaf falls
And settles into
The fallen.

Brewing...
Through calm and storm,
Seasons steep

This tea
_that feeds the trees
___from which it came,
_____follows an infinite purpose;

More leaves fall.

Friday, November 11, 2016

__ Soon Thanksgiving will be with us; in giving thanks we must all light our candle,  in union.  _m

snow flake
as we light our candle
one match

Sunday, November 6, 2016

__ This, my recent comment at Isabella Kramer's artistic/haiku blog, Veredit.

I envision each morning... as a sip from life's cup.

another sip
of this morning's sun
a full cup

_m
 

Wednesday, November 2, 2016

__ Gulls circled, seeming to search for a proper place to set down; this, a long ago overlook at Schoodic Point, Maine.   _m

low fog
veils this granite shoreline
herring gulls

Wednesday, October 26, 2016

__ Leaves, -do not- journey away  to be forever gone;  fallen leaves become a deeper part of this life's Earth. _m

sailing home
a ship on this forest brook
fallen leaf 

Friday, October 21, 2016

__  Ballooned faced chipmunks scurry, toting their winter cache to underground larders. _m

yellowed ferns
line this forest pathway
chipmunk cheeks

Tuesday, October 18, 2016

__  We learn new things in every dizzy swell of leaves, then a wobbly puppy.

days glean 
wisdom from this collage
fallen leaves

breezy leaves
within that continued whirl
a puppy chases
 

Sunday, October 16, 2016

__ New days, perhaps the branches are never empty?

morning light
within these empty branches
a blue jay

_m

Wednesday, October 12, 2016

__ Once in a while during this month, a wee bit of Halloween humor.

They're out there!
__ Zombies' maze, and through their cluttered hollows, ions seep from void to void, as protons and electrons mesmerize and hypnotize each vapored mind into a cell of bland haze.

cell phone
casts this mystic spell
wraiths roam

Monday, October 10, 2016

__ This echo, was generated by Jan's recent Halloween post and painting. _m

darkened candle
relit by an unseen guest
scent of pine
 

Thursday, October 6, 2016

__ I have discovered how nonacademic I have become, as I read  remarks about that that some people refer to as haiku. Now lets see:  1, no seasonal hints; 2, no nature; 3, humans involved in the verse but not as mere observers; 4, politics/religion in some...  and that all seems like senryu in my depleted and sour mind. Now, are haiku and senryu one and the same? Newspeak?
__ Inept, I cannot describe these below. _m

mountain side
as tree limbs blush
times path
*
cows follow
this hay-bale cart
times path

Tuesday, September 27, 2016

__ Then, the late night's soft rain calmed the dust.

cold winds
roil this seasons dust
owl's sneeze

Tuesday, September 20, 2016

__ As some birds migrate south, tree leaves begin to fall; Thursday September 22,  is our Fall Equinox.   _m

one lost feather
clings to this empty branch
falling leaves