Sunlight comes through the box bay at a low slant white washing two waxy leaves of a peace lily Two sheets and two blankets folded pick up rays of the last lingering light before illuminating an oval of scrimshaw in the spotlight The horizon will marble peach, steel grey and coral soon but for now … More Quarantine
Sunrise reminds me of the impermanence of nature as do the cycles of the moon This morning, a thin lunar sliver, a waning crescent stands watch from above as sunrise colors fill the horizon With my attention on the glory of the sunrise I don’t notice the moon disappear Did she rise above the frame … More Moonrise, Moonset
Growth Sunrise today is underwhelming at least as far as colors are concerned yet my kitty and I still sit on the window seat to watch the light grow and grow and grow every moment eternal every moment finite Sunset Haiku “Feed me please,” she purrs, “by the back window because sunset’s blaze soon fades.” … More Sunrise, Sunset
Unlike the acorn that just plops to the ground the maple bursts of whirlygigs, usually in conjoined pairs, twirl to the ground like Sufi dancers when released from their high branches As a child I used to pick up these seeds that fell on unfertile asphalt and throw them up as high as I could … More Whirlygigs
In these days of rest in mid-September Garden work is finished for the season Trees are green but on the cusp of turning Sunset colors splash the sky by seven We venture out near dusk when warm enough For a patio-table game of cards or two The wind is still, geese honks burst out at … More Late Summer in Retirement
I. A full moon plays peek-a-boo among the trees before tucking herself under the covers of the horizon II. Super moonset in the west brightens snow like day Sunrise in the east paints watercolor clouds III. How can moonset and sunrise be in such proximity that I look out one window to see day beginning … More Moon Morning
At dusk, I hurry to writers’ groupdriving along an empty open stretchof a two-laneby the nature center I slow down, though, when I seewhat I soon recognize asa brood of wild turkeys,five little ones bookended by two adults They wattle in a straight lineseeming unaware of potential danger I stop to watch this slow family … More Wild Turkeys
Wind Rush 