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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, June 29, 2016

__A walk among the trees, natures grasp.

braided trails
twist within these forest trees
the woven vines

Monday, June 27, 2016

As the sunsets move toward__ a tomorrow sunrise,  the tiger lilies wait. 

tiger lilies
imitate this sunset
soft breeze

Thursday, June 23, 2016

__Of the obverse, there are times when one must remain silent; stepping aside to the reverse, more becomes less.

an owl watches
clasped quietly to a limb
this world

Monday, June 20, 2016

__The stars spilled into the sky from this now empty crescent moon, and the night has filled the moon's emptiness; please imagine.

empty moon
this night sky fills its hollow
spilled stars

Thursday, June 16, 2016

__Either we are engulfed in deeper pollen this 'year', or my added 'years', have amplified my 'new' allergy. Smiles_!

small sneeze
as pollen dusts the flowers
a butterfly

Tuesday, June 14, 2016

__As our nights slowly lighten into mornings,  there  are points in that waning darkness where we may all have heard this:  birds that call to the sun,  with pleas that it will rise.   _m

morning  jays
call to this warm day light

Sunday, June 12, 2016


their rain
will never quench our fire
hearts fuel

Tuesday, June 7, 2016

__Another 'time point' memory recently discovered, and the old photograph helped scribe this new senryu.

black and white
my mother counts my toes
first shoes

Thursday, June 2, 2016

__Moments ago, I posted this as an instant comment on Leslie Moon's fine blog  'Moondust'...  listed in my blog list to the right... a very interesting blog to visit.

as I clutch
my father's old corn-cob
whiffs of yesterday