Actually new, but from an old memory recently awakened by a post at Warren's blog, Crow and Moon... as listed to the right.

his ashes spread
among these mountain rocks
laurel blossoms

of this old letter
found in my memory's storm
turn the hour glass

Could one believe: political rhetoric is (are) "snow flakes," soon to melt away and be forgotten... 'til it snows again?

fallen snow
hides this day's politics
a deep blanket

To DeviKa. and of her most recent post;  best wishes.

this new bird
born among the borning leaves
fresh sounds

This, a recent comment I left at Bill's blog... the contrary views; black and white.

a crow
debates with this blizzard
black and white
 

Actually?
__Twenty four inches of snow, trees down, wires down, no power... thus, no heat, no internet, no cooking, no tea; two days. A ruffle feathered Blue-jay, nature is a wonderous life-form, is it not? __Now, we are 'Hotel-ing' it at a relative's home in another town, and as I said (my comment on the last post,)  "Crocuses... 'my wishful thinking'. "


snow falls
these over laden tree limbs
a blue jay

 

Back to the Crocus, Bill;  between the icicle and this pointed sprout... a duel?

the last icicle
looms above this sprout
a crocus bursts
 

Often.
I speak my mind; therefore, I have very little to say.

say little
of these seeds in your mind 
unsown