The hiker adjusts his backpack
Resumes his climb
Sounds of a waterfall
The hiker sits under a tree
Closes his eyes and naps
A deer passes by
mother sings
baby sleeps
angels play
If a flower is a genius
how will it grow?
differently
The kayakers paddle in the river
Boats: red, green, yellow
Sun shapes different angles
note: I walked to the river today. The egret returned. As I tried to move near the egret sensed my coming and flew away.
High tide flows upstream
breezy, no fisherman
but a white heron
Walkers navigate
puddles and mud
heron looks away
Photographer freezes
one eye looking
focus, myself saying
Who is watching who?
no one moves
or breathes
I mistake a falling leaf for a bird,
A bird for a thought that flies past my eyes
I am watching the tide flows upstream
I solve today’s Wordle.
Mother’s attentive presence
he, like a flower,
blooms
Should I haiku
my way to you
light bends
The apple falls
flowers attract butterflies
bees circle around
Mothers wonder
children run to sounds of a waterfall
does enthusiasm measure distances
The kite laughs with the wind
free and unafraid
a boy watches
Inquisitive, often in motion
a bird moves from from to branch
to opening spaces
I decide to be better
procrastination flirts
catches my curiosity
The splendor of order
my thoughts and a nightingale singing
a pebble and thunder
The swan’s wings sweep the air
clouds coalesce like a quilt
the pond and I mirror the scene
The swan, lovely and silent
unruffled by wakes of passing boats
somewhere, a monk in contemplation.
Unafraid, swelling with confidence, she prays
the snow falls on top of trees
first week of December
My strength begins
paddles breaks the water
the ducks glide
The bell’s sounds of angelus
a moment of remembrance
farmers stand silent on the field
With darkening sky
poetic storm enters her vision
sharp and exhausting
Bowls and fields catch raindrops
seasons of need
umbrellas cover workers’ heads
Walking, the deer gently stops,
tilts its head to one side,
a blossom falling on a stream
One fisherman
alone in the river
fish merrily play
“I don’t need a light
to think of you.”
true and curious apprehension
a letter
eagerness, a fresh approach of interest
I waited.
very dark now
time to chase fireflies
silent steps
immersed in dancing lights
lost in time
the tree pulsates
darkness and light
my heart
can one get lost,
a thought
adrift at sea
A mother and child
foraging for mushrooms and ferns
A hanging orchid
A mountain stream
flows crystal clear, and so cold
deer is shivering
Seven blackbirds perch
on a young sycamore tree
boy counts his fingers
Undeterred they rowed
The whole Atlantic Ocean
Off the wall they said
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