The next wildflower.

a broach
jems this Queen Anne's Lace
ladybug

Home from the pond; this afternoon's walk around the cranberry bog. (A bee with an alergy?)

goldenrod
along this dusty road
a bee's sneeze

_During each of these summer weeks, Kathy and I spend 4 or 5 days at our pond, and there the wireless links are weak and momentary, at best... but I try.
_From Emma's blog, the word -midden- reminded me of a scribbling of mine from a few years back.

flowers
rise from this midden
soft rain

Off... to the pond, 'tele a to.'

silent
the heron walks
and wades along this shore
a sense on sense survival search
alone

A Student says, I have much to learn;
a Master says, I have learned... how little I know.

today
I search the earth and clouds
yesterday

Remember when the jelly jars were saved... expendables, for sipping milk and juice, and perhaps some "Moxie" ?

this sip
wine's call to childhood
a jelly jar

Nervously nocturnal, their eyes glow in the least light.


flying squirrel
in these darkened leaves
two moons

Nora... urged I post this, this private note to her, and the connective haiku comment I left at her blog, and that I conjoin them... as haibun. This, a recollection, then, of times passed, and I thank you, my young friend!

_We visited my father's grave as often as we could, he in North Western Connecticut, and we here. During those nine years I noticed no changes in that unpretentious country graveyard, or as some would call it, unkempt.
_Then my mother joined him; the day after her funeral, and only then, I noticed her freshly cut name and date... in the moss and ivy, and mold of their darkened cairn. Odd, how things can grow and change and be so unseen until that one instant of reality.

ivy and moss
on this old stone
a new name

_To my niece, Maureen, her husband Jason, and our Grandnephew "Jake" we offer our deepest congratulations; soon a new Son and Brother, and for K and I, a new Grandnephew!
_Too, we extend our good wishes to the waiting Great Grandmother, Grandmother, and Aunt! (My post of July 16th was -not- a premonition, but yet... this is a sequel.)

life begun
grows in his time before time
this son