Quincy Market's, sidewalk performers.


pigeons dance
a violin sings their waltz
smell of rain

An Austrailian oddity, camouflage.


south coast
these Leafy Seadragons swim
the mimes

A repetitive parallel:
Sometimes, I need to step back... to see where I wish to go.


look beyond
see of that pebble
this ruby

wild turkeys
strut across this muddy path
the owners

Sometimes, I need to step back... to see where I wish to go.


warm new rain
beats this trash can lid
a crocus blooms

I referred to her silently as "Shelly," but, of course, not in class.
__It was 1959 and Shelly was an elderly, High School English teacher; as a sophomore, with extreme misfortune I was assigned to her class. She pulled and pulled, and I hated every moment. As a Junior I was in her English Literature class, I hated every moment. Senior year? I chose to enroll in Shelly's Creative Writing course, an optional class, and I hated every moment.
__Shelly never taught me how to think as she might think, or to dream as she might dream, to write as she would write, or to understand as she understood. She taught me to think as I would think, to dream as I would dream, to write as I would write, and to understand as I would know.
__ She once said: "A poet can only put marks on the page, it is the reader that must interpret the dream."
__Shelly was a teacher, long before the word 'imprint' became a synonym for 'educate'.



the teacher
pulls the student from the root
a tree spreads

For and old friend.


old walls talk
cracks and dust that speak of time
well worn shoes

No inner voice... to point the way.


crossroads
to choose another course
a voiceless owl

"Lost in Spring Dreams" You are missed.


ripples traced
across this silent pond
ducklings

This, is an echo left at Sandy's 'Four Winds Haiga' blog, in complement to her fine post of 3/6/2010.


twilight robin
his breast is the sunset
a night song fades

Moving on...


the sun peers
through this frigid window
a door opens

"All in all... your just another brick in the wall." Hold your youngsters close.


young people
of those that wander astray
society's claws

__Our granddaughter became seven, in October 2009; this was she, frolicking across the lawn just after a July afternoon rain, 2007. __Remember when we... ?


bare feet patter
across this dampened grass
a child laughs

The sleet, rattling at the window, sure sounds like popcorn poppin!


sleet rattles
against these window panes
popcorn