__Life's bread; the baker, the oven, the crumbs...  so much more behind the crust of that, that we see. _m

beyond the crust
its truths lie in this bread
the oven

__In the summer light, a spider web is seen as a barrier to many;  the web's woven central core, its hub, I see as a virtual 'spider eye'. _m

in the weir
this webs vital union
spider eye

__Seasons change. This, from one of my notebooks, was scribbled during  3/22/2014:

ship sail
tacks to warmer winds
a bird

__In silence and with one leg retracted, Gulls stand on their other leg to rest, as shallow as their rest may be. To test the depth of their rest, toss out a bit of that donut in your hand, then you will see and hear...  "The Flock Frolics!"  _m

herring gulls
to their warm breeze doze 
I toss a crumb

This was first posted to this blog, on March 30 2009.
__A mug at the Pub_?

rainy night
old men boast of deeds
never done

the mind
becomes a story's oven
rivers flow
 

__Trees search for spring;   the vast fluctuation of temperatures,  that push-pull,  is the tree sap's  heart. _m

cold to hot
as sap veins fill
red buds

Wow the gas balloons,  just my view of todays political news.  Smiles. _m

gas balloons
rise till they burst
a days news
 

__Seasons change, the birds write. 

as sap flows
stories begin on each branch 
birds write