Wind at the windows.

panes rattle
above this night's wind
the tea kettle

__One very still night, a week or so past, I stood and watched the silent pond, the night sky reflected upward and not the slightest breeze scurried the surface.
__I wondered about the campfire light, streaking the pond from the far side... and the campers that were tending their fire. Then came my crudity, and the comment... returned:

i belched...
from across the pond
a dog's bark

No... not my last brick, but now... a nail. (punctuation?)

a rusty nail
there hang the old blue-jeans
this barn

__I have, these many years, thought of words, as bricks. The structures built... can have weakness and strength, simplicity and complexity, ugliness, beauty, thought and imagination, and the wonder of these structures depends on the artful pattern in which the bricks had been lain.
__Today, at Bill Owen's blog, I left this response to his single line haiku, of September 14th., the link... WF Owen, below.


the last brick... I close the book

This, from last fall.

goldenrod
on anise scented breeze
changes flag

Tele a to; and for your visits, I sincerly thank you all. _m

older...
we can laugh without
red tape

morning
a fog curls
this night's lingered trinket
where turns of change to new day's sun
holds secrets

__The hucksters have moved on from the 'back to school' supplies and clothing to the next 'seasonal mark,' All Hallow's Eve. The retail shelves are (too early) full of costumes, plastic pumpkins, scarry trinkets, candy... and masks. Remember when some of the fun of IT... was the -making- of the costumes and masks, and fashioning your own pumpkin?
__This scribbled note from mid-summer... then, there was never the thought of Halloween. _m

grand daugter
smiles through her blackberry pie
masquerade

The Canada geese; this, first seen at Tinywords, 9-6-07.

moonrise...
geese argue
with their shadows

Hello friends; this one from a few years back, a daily visit with his lost master/friend.

sad dog
visits each day
this headstone

Back to the pond; I thank you all for your visits, and I wish you all a grand weekend! _m
-It wont be long now, this change. -


lower sun
as finches loose their color
this maple tree