My photo
Cape Cod, United States
__I see with young eyes, an old mirror. Here, I hope to offer... as I see.

Saturday, January 30, 2010

these shadows
cross the ponds creaking ice
snow fall

Tuesday, January 26, 2010

Freshly filled with sunflower seeds.

a duel
this red squirrel spars the gray
bird feeder

Saturday, January 23, 2010

Recycled thought, haibun of a sort.

__I am the splash that missed the funnel's gaping mouth; free, and not locked in this bottle of someone else's preset dreams, I trickle down this bottle's glassn' side and evaporate into... my own adventure.

a free drop
travels its chosen path
this bird flys

Thursday, January 21, 2010

Some open water there, as the brook leaves this pond on its run to the sea.

light snow...
before the far shore pines
this lonely swan

Sunday, January 17, 2010

Friends, you know the old saying: "Here one minute, gone the ne

pale stars
my silent schooner sails
a weak wind

Wednesday, January 13, 2010

From last summer, a warm afternoon... .

tiger swollowtail
floats with this old sun's breeze
silent flowers

Sunday, January 10, 2010

__I've often referred to myself as an inwardly pedantic 'Contrary.' Pessoa once said: I'm not thirsty, pour me another drink.
__Oh... I don't consider myself a Pessoa parallel, I can only understand. His statue, in Lisbon.

wordly pigeons
rest at Pessoa's fingers
this bronze

Saturday, January 9, 2010

__Nora, we wish a very special and Happy Birthday! D and K.

this day of birth
when murmurs soft sounds
pass through this noisy air of life's

Thursday, January 7, 2010

Last night.

a candle
hides this night's darkness
the tea steams

Tuesday, January 5, 2010

__Welcome my friends! Now, let us step back several months into that "other season," and out of this cold and snow! Ahh-haa, instead, shall we all just step forward?

warm light...
in scents of pine and lilac
this rose

Sunday, January 3, 2010

__This brook flows into Cape Cod Bay. At high tide its "slow-flow pools" will ice over, and standing above that thin ice, the heads of this brook pool's stones can be seen.
__When the Bay's tide lowers the pool's water level follows; as the thin ice breaks away, around each stone remains a halo of ice... glimmering in the morning sun.
__The cycle will renew.

headwater pool
ice halos this naked stone
the tide rises