Tag: Micropoem
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Luna Moth
A meditation — visual and poetic — on the moon moth, an infrequent but celebrated visitor.
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Rhododendron Haiku
Another serenade to seasonality this Saturday in late May. I offer you a rhododendron haiku to honor this temperate turn from spring to a precocious preview of summery days ahead. Rhodos invite optimism. An audacious pinkish-purply-red extravaganza floating above a sea of green. A swell of polished rhododendron leaves creating a sea of Lily-of-the-Valley leaves.…
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Hummingbird Haiku
Perhaps hummingbirds offer us a fleeting reminder to welcome the wisdom of wonder? To wander wider? To pursue a nonlinear path, to be unimpeded by obstacles, to bound between ambrosial blossoms?
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Mustelid Musing
Willing unfamiliars into focus so that we may photograph Ermine, Marten, and Weasel…
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Daffodil Season
Such splendid springtime erupting alongside lawns and fields, kindling confidence that summer soon will bloom. Daffodil season revitalizes hope, tickles love and levity strained by months of cold, bloomless winter. Daffodil Season Spring’s proof positivelifts last year’s leaves, matted grass,and summer spirits. Would be wonderful to wax wise about daffodil season, to offer some fresh…
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April Sky
With an eye to the historic eclipse only two days away, let’s embrace the sometimes eerie and inauspicious energy of this powerful place. April Sky Drama darkening,a tempest threatens.Clouds brood, silence booms,preluding downpour. Lake, mountains, boathousegrow unfamiliar. Thunder growls afarechoes echoing,Valkyries vaunting. Spectacle unfolds,forebodings menace,the lake bears witness.
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Milky Morning
A lyrical look at lakeside awakening, a groggy boathouse, and winter weather induced escapism.
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Dawning
“Each time dawn appears, the mystery is there in its entirety.” — Rene Daumal Early birds enthralled with the daily matinal unshading embrace the mystery (and the wellspring of possibility that flows through it.) I know. I am one. A “morning lark” married to a “night owl”. Opposites attract. The dawning invigorates me, and the…
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Sugaring Season
I’m remembering the year my brother and gathered sap and boiled it down over an open fire to maple syrup more than a decade ago. Hour after hour, day after day, emptying buckets, hauling buckets, stoking the fire pit with logs to keep the syrup boiling, but not boiling over. Though more than once we…
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Flicker Feather?
This morning, eyes down, surveying the dirt for precocious bulb shoots tricked by the lack of snow, my eye caught site of this bold but small feather. Perfection. Found art. An artistic artifact. Nestled into the weathered end grain of logs slowly succumbing to the sirencall of weather — rain, sun, snow, wind — and…
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Family Traditions: Top 5
Write about a few of your favorite family traditions. Hhhmmm… Family traditions. What are our family traditions? That’s an interesting question, and I’m not 100% certain that I have answers at the ready. But a few ideas come to mind. Canis familiaris Let’s start with the beautiful beast snoozing in a sun puddle at my…