demystifying what too long has been voodoo: electricity.
in the pitch dark night,only fireflies above,floodwaters below.
apples in the rain
dry old leaves swept across a windy day.
the cat leaps,deft stalkerof brittle hopes.
today’s gentle rain at Cafe Creggan
pears in spring
with bees at sunrise,then moths at night’s window, spring is born aloft.
the old sink has gone
(higher resolution time-lapse)
morning birds singing, heedless of winter swirling,care less it’s snowing.
(a late winter haiku)
“Dwell as near as possible to the channel in which your life flows.”
- Henry David Thoreau 12 March 1853
(photo from Mandala Homes)
you can tell spring is coming, when the cat prefers to doze in the shade.
i’ve been counting on this my whole life.
writing poetry, before my morning coffee, bitter winter dark.