Sandy buzzed through, and kidnapped the 'lectricity; Kathy and I, yesternight.


the modern
abducted by the sandy storm
lamp light


checkers
kinging in this darkness
candle games

__Coastal brooks are controlled by the tides. High tide slows the brook's flow, but in the tides ebb a brook pool can lower by several inches.
 __ Envision a cold winter day, that thin formed ice around the brook pool's stone, and that ice clinging to the stone as it looses support from brook pool's water.


ice halos
encircle this brook pool's stones
low tide

We (I) change, as do the seasons.


this crow changes
flying in deeper shadows
a rusty leaf

__ At 'our pond,' we most often use our old fashioned glass percolator; so well do we truely enjoy the difference... that at this seasonal close of the 'camp,' our coffee pot has gone home with us.


a smell of coffee
lingers in this morning air
the glass top rattles

31 years... today,  happy anniversary, Kathy!
__One morning, many, many years ago now, I stepped out of bed... immediately Kathy rolled into that newly vacant spot. I asked "are you cold ?" Without opening her eyes, Kathy simply said, "no, it just smells like you."  That moment, never forgotten. _m


each morning
her new day's gift
that smile