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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, January 27, 2016

__I am the splash that missed this funnel's gaping mouth; free, and not locked into this bottle of someone elses preset rules, I trickle down this glassn' side, and evaporate into my own adventure.

a free drop
travels its chosen path
the bird flys 

Thursday, January 21, 2016

__This is a recent comment left at a site I visit often, Tinywords;  the lantern on that caboose,  is the last viewpoint of this night's train. _m

the last train
leaves a darkened depot
its lantern

Monday, January 18, 2016

__A sound aroused me last night, and my "newly awakened" thought was that, that clamor was the thunder of a summer storm.  Reality quickly recovered,  the thunder was the rumble of a distant snowplow. 

thunder storm
rumbles through this night

Saturday, January 16, 2016

Each day another chance,  another turn of the key.

on time
its pendulum still swings
the key 

Wednesday, January 13, 2016

__On and under the feeders, the snowbirds flit; black birds seem,  as punctuation in the snow.

juncos frolic
in this fresh fallen snow

Saturday, January 9, 2016

__Each sunrise, an addition to your larder. _m

a new day
adds to the chimes
open diary

Monday, January 4, 2016

__Oooo!  Troublesome near and on the Cape; we were home before the problems. I so often think that >snow is a smaller problem< then some of the drivers.  

new snow
floats through this quiet night
train whistle