Fog muddled boundaries between lake and sky. Six mallards, dark specks on the grey lake, chattered in a group; one lone male sat on the far side of the path. Blackbirds squawked, sparrows chirped; all obscured by the grey above. In the fervor of this curious weather, the lake was alive with fowl exhortation. A … More Misty Morn
What brings joy to my cat’s heart I wonder? A loose hair tie on the floor to play with? Or an unexpected tuna treat? What about the squirrels outside? A playmate to chase in circles up a tree? A cozy nest to share up high? What about the random deer who saunters through the yard? … More Twice Blessed [haibun]
New snow covers a layer of ice that tops yet another layer of snow. The cat sinks to her belly with each of her steps, but footprints made by heavy boots are more involved. With each step, the boot sinks softly at first, then crunches unexpectedly through ice, then finally sinks, sinks again to … More Two-step Snow
A dry spell left the grass brown. Yet in the dark of the early morning, renaissance rains nourished the fields. A new scent followed the thunderstorm this morning. Revival filled the air, cool and pleasant to imbibe for both creatures and the foliage. Dusty earth dampened Droplets cling on spiders’ webs Gifts of petrichor … More After the Rain [haibun]
The sun has set but she has not come home. Calling for her again and again, her little whiskered face does not appear at the front door or the door wall. The night air is calm with the new warmth of early spring. Yet, was there not a coyote in the back yard just last … More Lost
Life serves up disappointment when expectations of pleasure is its focus. Each moment is pregnant with joy but also pregnant with displeasure. Expect neither! Let each moment unveil itself with all its possibilities. Each moment is a complex mixture of what can be controlled by noticing, by being aware and the happenstance that occurs like an … More Possibilities [haibun]
No boundary exists between happiness and sadness. It all blends together. Every happiness holds within it, the sadness of its impermanence. Every sadness holds within it, the joy of its impermanence. Just like every birth holds within it, the death that is sure to happen. And every death holds within it, the birth of transition … More No Boundaries [haibun]
For the second day, dank air clings to life in the woods beyond my windows. March has been harsh since the equinox, all the more jarring since the solstice this year brought kind weather for months. The bulbs buried deep in the earth know when it’s their time to emerge and touch the sky, though, … More Perennials [haibun]
Wind Rush 