remembering

hearing the back door creak

the breath quickens

last years gingko leaves float to earth

~

february

the mist stayed all day

and so has my melancholic mood

invisible sunset

~

in the wood

that liminal edge

where my skin thins and i lose my edges

no longer i

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perceptual choice

this morning’s grey

shares the slow exhale of my melancholy –

i inhale this wild beauty

~

cold

this afternoon’s rain

shares its indigo chill

with dawn’s winter light

…

acceptance

surrendering to the cloud

hands deeper in pockets

turning in on myself

…

photo courtesy mads thomson

puddle

shapes in the puddle…

i look up

the haiku is gone…

~

gardening 2020

sowing seeds in long straight rows

anxiously –

not seeing the heron overhead

~

short short day

a hungry cow calls…

out of the fog the hamlet appears

then back it sinks

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I’d forgotten how these days before winter solstice – which I usually find dampen my spirit- are utterly beautiful…

shortening day

an upward glance

bare branches darkening the silence

releasing the moon

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