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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, March 28, 2012

Like the tea... seasons brew.

tea steeps
in this budding cup
a taste

Saturday, March 24, 2012

This, I recently left as a comment on an old friend's blog. Barks?

barks into its branches
leaves flutter

Wednesday, March 21, 2012

March 21st, 11pm... 64 degrees, watching this warm night

cloudy mist
fills the big dipper
tree frogs

Tuesday, March 20, 2012

A surprise contact between a Magyar family member and I; inspiring.

distant bridge
this far family line
a drum beat

Saturday, March 17, 2012

Departure #13

Another old scribble.   _m


Style is yours, a personal sign, and
     Fashion... another’s glee.
Thus avoid the newer trends, where
    Some think you ought to be.

By melting into a reasoned blend
     Quiet... and unheeded,
Each fashion’s, tidal flood and wane,
     For you, will pass un-needed.

So set your style to fit your fashion
     Your... fashion to fit your style,
And the art of being over looked,
     Puts fashion in your smile.

Thursday, March 15, 2012

The "peepers" as we call them, soon to be heard; this,  from one of my old 'scribble books.'

warm night
a page of what will be
tree frogs

Sunday, March 11, 2012

A few nights ago... that dance of the northern lights.

a far dog
howls at the northern sky
night pulse

Saturday, March 10, 2012

Some ways of telling time;  soon... .

pond shore
these robins and willows
a bell rings

Tuesday, March 6, 2012

Spring is knocking at the door... .

at the gate
spring reaches for its latch
new crocus

Sunday, March 4, 2012

My meager attempt, Hungarian to English; this, from last Spring; now this corrected translation is by Iris... with my thanks! _m

napos rugyek
a reggeli to keresztul
a hattyuk

sun buds
across this morning pond
the swans

Friday, March 2, 2012

Departure # 12

__I wrote this when I was seventeen, October, 1960. I think now, we are all looking for the first two lines of the third stanza; the change cycles continue... unchanged. _m

*Rose Red Trees*

Rose red trees
Flecked with gold,
The colors of clans
From legends old.

Warmed by the sun
Through a bitter fall day,
Withered by cold
And wafted away.

Then green we see
In season's sun,
To rose red again
Life's cycle run.