Tuesday, January 31, 2017

January 31: Light in the darkness

Neighbor's window at dusk
a square of yellow light.
Much needed comfort.

Monday, January 30, 2017

January 30: Year of the Rooster

From the Asian market--
rice candy and a charm
to protect from evil.

Because trust me, we're all going to need it!

Sunday, January 29, 2017

January 29: Afternoon with a book

Re-reading The Tale of Genji
I find myself longing
for... something...

Saturday, January 28, 2017

January 28: Owl

A good day spent birding with friends in southern New Hampshire and into Massachusetts, for the Super Bowl of Birding. A little screech owl, napping in full view up a tree on the rim of its nest hole, was our favorite sighting of the day.
 
To remain as calm
as the small owl hanging out
eyes closed in the sun--
 
E. Screech Owl in Newburyport, MA. Photo by Robin Ellwood
 

Friday, January 27, 2017

January 27: Stone wall

Stone wall in the woods--
former field's backbone
made visible by winter.
 

Thursday, January 26, 2017

January 26: Winterberry

First I noticed
the bright winterberry bush,
then the feeding robin.

Wednesday, January 25, 2017

January 25: Many-splendored

Over the house
where we celebrate a marriage--
bright Venus shining.

Tuesday, January 24, 2017

January 24: Crane text

In Mom's text--Sandhill Crane
walking down her street
past a pink flamingo.
 
Sandhill Crane, Englewood, FL
 

Monday, January 23, 2017

January 23: Storm watch

Before tonight's storm
no stars visible
just Venus shining through clouds.

Sunday, January 22, 2017

January 22: Matters of Scale

From the mountaintop--
steeples and streets,
noise from a tiny flock of crows.

Saturday, January 21, 2017

January 21: Women's March

Instead of marching
we went north, consulted owls
for needed wisdom.
 
Great Gray Owl, rare visitor from the north
 

Friday, January 20, 2017

January 20: Roadside

It's a piece of trash
heaped on the side of the road,
not an animal.
 

Thursday, January 19, 2017

January 19: Opera House

Budget Committee meeting--
old radiators
beating the war drums.

Wednesday, January 18, 2017

January 18: White

Waking to snowfall
that wipes clean with all that white
a night of bad dreams.

Tuesday, January 17, 2017

January 17: Post-holiday

Days after high winds,
still finding Christmas balls
scattered in the woods.

Monday, January 16, 2017

Sunday, January 15, 2017

January 15: Playoffs

Outside the sports bar
winter constellations
marching to the goal line.

Saturday, January 14, 2017

January 14: Thaw

January thaw--
titmouse shares his love songs,
I can't help but listen.

Friday, January 13, 2017

January 13: Cold morning

Up on the mountain
tall white pines silvered by frost,
crows blown by the wind.

Thursday, January 12, 2017

January 12: Mourning

End of a rainy day
Doves flitting into darkness
A sense of loss

Wednesday, January 11, 2017

January 11: Newcastle Brown

Same time every day
neighbor walks past our house
with another six-pack.

Tuesday, January 10, 2017

January 10: Red-tail in the 'hood

We wish the young hawk
perched over our mouse-filled shed
would stick around.
 
(Photo taken through screened window)
 

Monday, January 9, 2017

January 9: Traffic light

At the intersection
traffic light: red, yellow, green,
rising gibbous moon.

Sunday, January 8, 2017

January 8: Fresh

Dusted with fresh snow
the invasive phragmites
beautiful for once.

Saturday, January 7, 2017

January 7: Distractions come easy when you're trying to write

Distracted by a flock of birds,
then by falling snow.
Trying to write.

Friday, January 6, 2017

January 6: Epiphany

If only my mind
mirrored this white winter sky
with the strip of blue.

Thursday, January 5, 2017

January 5: For winter

Woodpecker holes from summer
filled now with squirrel's stash:
seven acorns.

Wednesday, January 4, 2017

January 4: Send-off

Before they drive south
we eat cookies left over
from the holidays.

Tuesday, January 3, 2017

January 3: Weeping

Leaving branches
all over the driveway--
willow tree protests winter.

Monday, January 2, 2017

January 2: Evening rituals

Braiding my hair
in the window's reflection
while the moon sets beyond.

Sunday, January 1, 2017

January 1, 2017: Evening reading

Maine winter's night:
sitting here reading about
Monet's waterlilies.