__ 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

__ Deepest cold of this winter... were these few days. Now, our trees are reaching through these low numbers to that nearing sun, and in a few short weeks the buds will think of reddening.  Smiles_!
_m

tree limbs tempt
in winds of frigid air
buds wait

__ The fawns of life, count the charms of nature; as they override nature's costs, the young teach us all.   _m

evergreen statues 
hidden within this snows grasp
footprints of a fawn

__ The moon and stars... glowing through the light snowflakes... and in hearing that owl's tally,  my imagination explored. _m

snowy moon
as this owl counts the stars
flake by flake

The dog, cautiously mistrusts that whirlwind of leaves:   Woof_! Woof_!   
__ Then, of course, there is that connection of leaves... to the trees' >barks< then perhaps, the dog's >barks< ?

fallen leaves
new swirls at every glance
the dog barks

__ This echo is today's comment I entered at  Zen Speug, John's good blog.  Often the idea-crumbs we leave... feed someone else's thought. _m

walks along
this path of fallen crumbs
pigeons glean

__ This is an 'echo' comment that I left at the 'Sandy, Cal.'  blog... as can be found, listed to the right of my blog page... 'tis worthy of a visit!

open window
the owl's echo through this night
a train passes

__ Ideas are dust; we all, will weave our dust. _m

the dust
afloat on histories breeze
ideas ravel 

__ This is an ancient legend of the Wampanoags along the shores of Lake Assawampsett, as it now edges Middleborough Ma..  Assawampsett, is that Lake of the White Stones, and the moon of leaves is June; Mon-do-min... Maize, that fruit of life. _m

moon of leaves
this lake of white stones
mon-do-min 

__ From that time when I was young, and through the span of each year since, these purple blossoms have always enlightened the arrivals of our deeper Spring; these fresh blooms are the Sash of Summer's Graduation. _m

lilacs bloom 
in natures given time
seasons sash

__ Added, as we all count our time, this positional re-write of  my comment left at a friend's blog.

time mountain
seconds to moments that climb 
the summit 

Anticipation. 

__ With each days glance at our sun's new clock, a growing warmth.  _m

growing days

snow slides off those swollen buds

our suns clock

__ Sun, shadows, wind: a triangle that creates such quickly changing visions. _m

snow swirls
images of these winded flights 
kaleidoscope 

The wings' shadows thankfully respond, as they wave back and upward to their creators; the birds travel onward.  _m

as birds fly
across this iced ponds sunset
shadows wave

__Watch the lighter snow as it clings and enhances; often, such a momentary sight. _m

off shore breeze
pine trees sift this early snow
branches dress

__ Seasons trading places, but for one moment the squirrels stretch out on empty branches and absorb the warm. _m

leafless branches
as squirrels seek this suns warmth
a north wind

__ After each forest's Autumn diet, Winter soon arrives;  thereafter, those trees find Spring and regain their Summer ounces, Each season's smile! _m

season's diet
trees loose some weight
leaf by leaf

To and fro.  As tides return, we flow forward; summer days. 

the tides
within their flow 
closer sun

__ So often, within the sane endings of nature... new beginnings are given.

reddened salmon
swim upstream to their end
the beginnings

__ Enthralled.  On one tree, its branches may be uncountable.  I cannot imagine that total count of leaves;  stars of the trees, in this forest deep.  _m

deep forest
on countless branches
the leaves