Sunday, May 3, 2015

May 3: Absent-minded

A crack in the blind--
I forgot about the moon
until it shone through.

Saturday, May 2, 2015

May 2: Blue

There's the blue through spruces
that is sky
and the blue that's sea.

Friday, May 1, 2015

May 1: Frog pond

My husband and I are spending the weekend at the Schoodic Institute, part of Acadia National Park in Down East Maine. This afternoon before dinner we walked through spruce woods to a small pond filled with singing frogs. They quieted when we showed up but eventually started up again, enveloping us in a music so loud we could feel the sound vibrate in our jaw bones. Our ears hurt by the time we left. Overhead, a raven chortled, used to it all.
Old frog pond--
we wait long enough
for the chorus to resume.

Thursday, April 30, 2015

April 30: More about the cat and spring

Released from the house
the cat dashes, frantic
to roll on the lawn.

Wednesday, April 29, 2015

April 29: Why did the chicken cross the road?

Stopping for a hen in the road--
it's not just the old joke
that makes me smile.

Tuesday, April 28, 2015

April 28: Wind and rain

Roof tiles on the lawn--
arbitrary gusts of wind
make me restless also.

Monday, April 27, 2015

April 27: First greens

Bright green sprouting chives--
not surprised the restless cat
wants to graze on them.