__Thank you, my friends,  I'm trying to maintain all my new steps forward, and communications with ya'all  help deeply! Yesterday was a scheduled visit to my Dr., and all is well (very, in fact)...   tests were of a positive level.                                     __Now...  I'll leave a seasonal image for us all!   Smiles!  _m

this forcythia

awakens new seasons change

such gold of life

   

__ Since my strokes, I've been far less active on my blog, and most active with my pencil and note book;  as I now step forward, I'll leave some of my more fresh thoughts to view . Smiles!

sidewalk hopscotch grid

of this sniffing dog's sneezes 

chalk dust                                                                                                                                             

   Thoughts, of long ago, seem to have become more and more pointless during today's view of daily life.

old thoughts

as that dust settles

this  new breeze

__ On or about 1959 in High School, I first began to use "ball-point pens" manufactured by Bich... they quickly became BIC pens... . Then, the below fountain pens began their fade into history. _m

fountain pen 

leaked into my bureau drawer  

spotted sox

__Each season's change, adjusts our minds eye; new thoughts dance. Best wishes to you all! _m

as green leaves fade 

changing colors tease all eyes 

a dance in the blue

 __ When human time passes, watching Nature's daily change soon defines each traveler's muse.

as waters rise

this rivers stones fade away

the sea waits

__ At each day's end, we step toward tomorrows... with the hopeful promise of natures care.

each tiger lilly

imitates the setting sun

tomorrows promise

__ So often we are unaware of our daily, or nightly gifts; each day gives its wealth to us all.

dawn's song

sings through this night's mist

morning doves

__ Listening to the night: beyond the aircraft, the blare of truck and car horn noises... ears find and tie themselves to an ease of nature's conversations._m

darkness into dim

as this moonrise lights times sky

owls count shadows

__ Thoughts search beyond, as our minds-eyes become captivated within the stems of natures will. _m

a gull sweeps low 

above this rising tides swell 

scans the foam 

 __Each Spring's forest night, sings a different song; we listen among such ease of sounds. _m

dimness into dark

as this moonrise lights times sky

owls count shadows

__ Natures traffic light?

green bursts

above this forsythia

a cardinal waits  

__

__ It has happened before:  nature's explaination that, it... is the painter of each day's art. Smiles! _m

this forsythia

well painted by last evening's snow

a season's canvas

__ So much of life's glorious and iconic beauty has been lost within the magic of electronic thought,  yet, nature has now begun to paint with its own seasonal... keyboard brushes.  

__ Smiles!  _m

such bird shadows 

within this springs clouded sky

nature's internet

 __I've not posted in such a long time, my stroke and my wife Kathy's illnesses,  family deaths and aged turmoil... all not infected by Covid 19, but for the deeply mazed time consumption and civil caring. The warming air enlivens our cranberry bogs and our wandering thoughts.

__ To you all, I hope all is well. _m

fog wanders

across this warming bog

a lonely crow

__ Trying to be more active. This senryu I left as a plus comment at a long time blog friend's post. Viewing  sunrise (looking to the sunrise) this senryu proves my 'mind-compass,' has failed its magnetic directivity. Smiles! _m      (behind me?) 

viewing sunrise
my shadow stands before me
mind-compass

__ Though Covid-19 hasn't invaded Kathy and my immediate family... it has invaded the entire world's  family. If there is but one positive, 'tis that virus has truely enhanced our value of each life. __ The 'Hunters' dream forward: the 'Search'.   _m

latched within their caves
hunters continue to search
forest pathway dreams

__ Green trees wave... 'their leaves'... to the good, and against this illness. _m

an empty train
leaves this crossroad depot
green trees wave

__ Monday I gazed out the kitchen window across our yard, and through a cloud of snowflakes... each flake seemed a teacup just floating on the morning air; newly bloomed forsythia took their sips.  A reason, or season_?  _m

forsythia blooms
as snowflakes punctuate
poetic reason

Nature's irrevocable magic:

__ Beyond these sickened days, hearts scan toward sweet tomorrows; green leaves give we all, a new cause of life .  _m

as fresh buds swell

beyond this soured air

green leaves