April 18: Cat time

morning sun 

cat hairs drifting 

in my coffee

March 18: Ocotillo

desert morning

raising arms to the rising sun

ocotillo

August 29: Tuesday morning

Sun breaking through clouds.

Clamor of the crows

moving upriver.

 

July 30: Painted Ladies

Morning meditation:

Watching butterflies shift

among coneflowers.

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June 21: 6 a.m.

Falling back asleep.

Red-eyed vireo chanting

his morning mantra.

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June 12: First thing

On the back porch

drinking in bird song

with my morning coffee.

 

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February 17: Come in!

Roused from our coffee

by friendly knocking--

woodpecker on suet.

 

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August 16: Racket

First thing this morning

we never figured out

why the crows were so loud.

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August 4: Alarm

Awakened by crows

alarmed by an intruder

or perhaps that was joy.

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October 30: Coffee shop

In the sun with chai

reading MFK Fisher

awake to the world

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September 12: The world is new

I awake to crows

telling loud eagle stories--

first light on the ash.

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August 14: What gets me out of bed

Better than coffee--
waking to blue sky,
goldenrod blooming.

July 26: Morning at the B&B

Not quite awake.

Rain on the roof harmonizing

with cardinal's whistles.

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June 30: Alarm clock

Crow alarm clock--

they wake me too early

but I get to see eagles.

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May 30: Morning fog

heavy scent of lilacs

cries of gulls, nostalgia

lifting with the fog

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April 5: Easter morning

Cardinal's loud whistle.

Kids in down jackets

race around for Easter eggs.

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February 2: Morning Meditation 6

In this morning's guided meditation for Winter Feast for the Soul, Tibetan monk Anam Thubten described how in a certain meditative state we feel "empty inside in a beautiful way." I couldn't help but think of Wallace Stevens's poem The Snow Man, which is referenced in line two below.

More snow falling.
It takes a mind of winter
to simply watch it fall.

January 27: Morning Meditation 5

the mind snowstorm white
washer's long vibrato chant
calm inside the storm

January 24: Winter morning on the river

For my mother, watching--

 

Snow starts to fall.

An Averkamp skating scene

plays out on the river.

 

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January 16: Morning Meditation 2

Spaces between thoughts:

shadows moving on snow

as the crows shift places.

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