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

Wednesday, February 29, 2012

Sadie Hawkins' Day,  a leap year  snow fall.

leafless trees
sift the falling snow
lonely crow

Monday, February 27, 2012

The foot hills backbone; a hawk.

red tail
over this foothill chine
a rainbow

Thursday, February 23, 2012

__The good and the bad; by looking at a grand old tree, have you ever wondered what life that tree has seen? The history?

trees eyes
hidden in its rings
war years


tree rings
this unread book
new sprouts

Tuesday, February 21, 2012

__Nearby, five modern windmills have become electriclly productive. Not finding them visually polluting, I see a certain grace in their movement... thus, I must be odd.  

as this day sun fades
a sweater

Sunday, February 19, 2012

__Friends, you may be interested in a contest, this, as listed at:

looking out
this search for the green
a bird calls

Friday, February 17, 2012

From one of my 'scribble books'... to be seen again.

new buds
on this tiny branch
a pencil line

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

To the contrary, thus,  a positive.

trails start
new paths begin to cross
the flowers bud

Saturday, February 11, 2012

The doves... shine through it all. From last summer's scribble book.

the politics
of this flock of grackles
doves whisper

Thursday, February 9, 2012

The cattle know the time of day... they gather at the barn door; day's end gate.

icy fence line
they wander to the barn
day's gate

Sunday, February 5, 2012

Once seen at WHW; a memory of the summer past and a thought of that to arrive.

holly tree
in this snowy wind
a bird nest

Friday, February 3, 2012

__Recently, Devica posted this quote by  Robert Lewis Stevenson, "Wine is bottled poetry."
__Then is it fair, in a contrary view to say?   "Poetry is a glass of wine."

I pour another glass
the third line