Colors of February

Wordless Monday

The differences

Hearing knocking on the door is different from knocking on the window

Knocking on the mind is different from knocking on the heart

Woodpecker pecks trees, finch cracks nuts

Stones shine differently in the river, birds sing different songs

Daffodils from the countryside adorned tables

Spring equinox arrived yesterday.

yellow daffodils

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

Before the rain

A solitary bird in darkening sky

The day before spring

Hurrying home.

 

World Poetry Day

sweet oranges and geese
meeting after a rain
spring sings poetry

note: today celebrates World Poetry Day

 

opening a window

inside a room marooned by rain
reading a book
spring sprouts between the shutters

 

note: I’m finishing a novel, Station Eleven, by Emily St. John Mandel and starting a book, Photo Impressionism and the Subjective Image, by Freeman Patterson and André Gallant.

smile

The universe is widening

my mind roams the spreading space for poetry

spring smiles at me.

Saturday in the vineyards

On some mornings
dreamers and early risers
travel in flames and floating baskets
of hot air balloons
over a landscape of hills
covered in whiteness,
vineyards in early bloom.

Cyclists attired in solemn black
or patches of colors,
dot the roads,
a pilgrimage of solitude

Travelers in their own
separate worlds living
a dream of spring.