A shadow walks to the river

Me, walking to the river.

The path to the river.

color of yesterday

Effort

The walking distance covered today
Is more than yesterday
The weight of creation
Is heavier every day
To bloom and to prune
Is an effort, work is always incomplete
You don’t have to apologize
You will finish it one day.

yellow daffodils

note: A neighbor  gave us daffodil buds a few days ago.

Where is the bird

a spring Friday afternoon

note: cloudy, cool spring day in Napa River.

The rain paused for a moment

I stopped by to look
at the crab apple and swollen river
I could not resist
to take some pictures
pardon my lack of experience.

when life is young

You add and subtract words,
take away and add stories.
But what do you do with emotions,
real and imagined?
You ride a boat and go fishing
while your cousins play ball.
You play with a trout and the trout wins,
you return home for a blueberry pie.
Why should not life be thriving?

Before the rain

A solitary bird in darkening sky

The day before spring

Hurrying home.

 

a pause for reflection

The mountain and the sea define the table,
language creates the neighborhood.
How many ways can you cook a pig?