An evening at the pond; this,  an old one... may have been seen before. 


goldfinch
this rocking chair squeeks
each page

A law of physics renewed:
Every action, has an equal and opposite... criticism.
__Back to our pond, see you soon. _m


night breeze
in this dancing candle flame
a spider web

This morning's sunrise at our pond.


the crown
on this highest stone
daybreak

__Nature's tools: Tools, used in the gathering of food and those used as weapons...  protection in that fight for life. It would require hours of searching and listing; from the bee's stinger to the wolves' teeth, from the deer's antlers, to this hawk's claws. The list can go on and on,  in Nature's War of Survival; a most natural plan.
__Just a thought. _m


this red tail circles
in its curling route above
silence in the brush

Departure 14

__I first tried to discover  the -Secrets of the Sonnet- when I was in high school; I've been struggling with that discovery... since.
__In the octet I watch his sorrow, in the sestet I see her sorrow join with his, to create the contrary.

'Found'

I stand apart, watching through your sorrow,
With tears, at the loss of a love begone.
You wander the circle, as you are drawn,
To that lonely search for your tomorrow;
With your mind so full, your heart so fallow.
In your eyes a lost hope of love's new dawn,
You silently stand, as a misplayed pawn.
This, your deep search, to forstall the barrow.

With offered touch, another's lonely goal;
I see her full glean, the deepened mire,
Beyond this surge of her lone desire.
She sends her full heart to your lonely soul,
And in joyful tone to sate your fire,
With her song of love, a steeple bell's toll.