Nature changes "althings", always; or should it be, "all things, all ways"?  Smiles! _m

old sun
alights this pathway
new day

__ Previous snowfall and on this ground's new blanket, tree branches pen their words; the authors.

noon sun
trees write as they feel
shadow words

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__ Earlier this fall, the roving deer... one took a sip from the cranberry bog's water. Such a soft thing to watch, these calm and wandering deer.

three deer
circle this flooded bog
a sip

__Musical summer night,  a few years ago.                                                                                          
night rain
this drummer on the pond
frogs' cymbals

Trick of Treet! 
__This is a "re-scribble" from my post of October first, during 2014.  We've lit the candle again. Smiles_!

this silly pumpkin
its face of fanticies deep
candle smiles

Things to come, cold nights and steaming tea; comfort.


this candle
hides the night's darkness
steaming tea

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Another firefly haiku... in this night's soft rain. 
__An old post, seen at this blog in March of 2009 in anticipation of that coming summer's warmth, and previously... at Tinywords during June of 2008.

fireflies
in this night's soft rain...
pssft  pssft  pssft

Departure #7

From my scribble book, _m

Then, and now.

Hours were longer, and in
Wishing for the day,
A child slept through
Bleaker nights,
Awakening to
Bluer skies, where
Birds curled higher
Above greener trees,
Fields were broader,
Hills taller,
Brooks deeper, and
Cleaner winds blew
Through darker forests;
Tomorrows were the
Next steps along
Secret paths that
Led to unknown
Places where
Thickets of fatter
Raspberries waited,
And the
Sun rained down
To pull the earth
Through greening
Stem... into brighter
Flowers.

A child saw these things
Then... and now,
In the sculpture of memory.