__From my 'scribble book' early last summer, this patch of lady slippers seen at our pond, a catbird was -grocery shopping- among the stems; folks... I wish you summer's warmth!


lady slippers
sway in the sunrise breeze
a catbird

The burrrr of yesterday morning.
__We've all leaned into the wind, those slanting steps toward that driven sleet and snow... discomforting, but we've overcome... as does this gull.


herring gulls
fly this snow filled wind
low tide

I think the new, should never ignor the old; future always begins in the past. This, from one of my scribble books... spring of 2009.


old pathway
closed by the greening trees
I still walk

Snowshoe Hare.


crossings
on these rabbit trails
snowshoes

A comment, grown from Juhani's good post of 1-15-11; link, Tikkis.


the birches
bow to this new snow
a cardinal

I wonder... from whom came the foot prints; the snowman?


fresh fall
this new snowman
foot prints

Burr!


cold seeps
into my sweater
this draft

At shoreside, the fishermen store their lobster pots in a mound. In the snowfall... .


lobster pots
stacked along the pier
mountain snow

__In my scribble book, this was a companion to my post of 1-11-11, and it was posted here in early March of last Spring's-rise; I've logged it again... just to keep the pigeons in a flock.

Quincy Market's, sidewalk performers.


pigeons dance
a violin sings their waltz
smell of rain

Today is: 1-11-11, the numbers game.
__Quincy Market; a vender's squeaky cart wheels, and squawking pigeons. A rare winter sight, this... was in the spring of 2010.


push cart
these pigeons gather
squeaks

For tomorrow.
__To Nora, my understanding friend, I extend my Grand Wishes! Too, to Dianne I offer equally Great Wishes; a very Happy Birthday to you both!
__I raise my glass! _m


three buds
of these different forests
green leaves