__We may refer to them as "Wicked Winds,"  as in winter they drive their iciness  into our marrow; in the heat of the summer we see them as "Benevolent Breezes." How perceptions can change!     _m


swift breeze
across this summer pond
the pin-wheel spins

cool breeze
as birds frolic at their bath
a lost feather

Nebulae.


new winds
from this clouded vapor
words spring

Coming soon... Halloween.


dark walk
along this knotted path
pumpkins

... and the sun keeps moving south... further shortening our northern days.


southern sunset
burns through this darkness
tunnels

As inspired by Lorraine's post... seen on October 9th. _m


at night
the moon streatches my shadow
this pond

__Silence, may seem "indifference;" silence, though, allows the listener of that silence... to reach their own resolution... without the harmful imprint of the "silent's" thoughts and words.
__I sincerly wish you a very Happy Birthday, Daughter Jess! Much love, Dad.


birthday
of these silent years
flowers

I often visit "Tinywords," there is some fine short poetry there, by those that are; I am not.
__I link the word -poses- with the Great Blue Heron, their grace.


daybreak
this great blue poses
a sundial

__Not a hawk, but a hawk came quickly to mind. Sometimes hawks seem to crawl through the air rather than fly, thus... from a photo at Devica's blog of 2/21/10, Moonlight. _m


nighthawk
crawls above a blooming moon
this air rises

Solstice


cold pause
earth's contrary tilt begins
this sun

A stricking contrast, the changing color of the vine, the green of the pine.

a red vine
wraps this evergreen's trunk
season mark

Wind at the windows.

panes rattle
above this night's wind
the tea kettle

__The hucksters have moved on from the 'back to school' supplies and clothing to the next 'seasonal mark,' All Hallow's Eve. The retail shelves are (too early) full of costumes, plastic pumpkins, scarry trinkets, candy... and masks. Remember when some of the fun of IT... was the -making- of the costumes and masks, and fashioning your own pumpkin?
__This scribbled note from mid-summer... then, there was never the thought of Halloween. _m

grand daugter
smiles through her blackberry pie
masquerade

Nervously nocturnal, their eyes glow in the least light.


flying squirrel
in these darkened leaves
two moons

_To my niece, Maureen, her husband Jason, and our Grandnephew "Jake" we offer our deepest congratulations; soon a new Son and Brother, and for K and I, a new Grandnephew!
_Too, we extend our good wishes to the waiting Great Grandmother, Grandmother, and Aunt! (My post of July 16th was -not- a premonition, but yet... this is a sequel.)

life begun
grows in his time before time
this son

Both needed.

sun...
lures this new flower
the rain

Back to the pond... and the mosquitoes.

lamplight
mosquitoes play chess...
we castle

I'd written a much longer story to this, too long to post.

_Years back, I saw a pastel painting on a silk scroll... a flying bird, and clasped in its claws and beak, were twigs and grasses... the things of a nest. Along side the painting were Japanese characters that, of course, I could not decipher. Now I can only speculate.

time
begins in every birth
the nest

Team work.

a hummingbird
hovers with the bee
one blossom

Sounds of the pond, in the night's stillness.

night pond
crickets... frogs and rain
a distant highway

I look for those things of time, the flowers of now... from then, and the remnants of that that was.

tiger lilies
reunion of timeless friends
stonewall