January 6: Epiphany

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

February 6: US Toboggan Championships

Above the sledders,

partyers, skiers: blue sky,

one eagle soaring.

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October 25: Closing time at the library

Late sun, then clouds--

sky a slowly closing book

I've just started to read.

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August 14: What gets me out of bed

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

August 12: Sky show

walking home
after a couple of drinks
the sky a revelation

Over the Riverwalk

May 13: Too much

Robin's egg sky,
garish new poplar leaves--
even the wind can't handle it.

May 2: Blue

There's the blue through spruces

that is sky

and the blue that's sea.

 

 

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March 13: Mr. Blue Sky

Cloudless blue sky--
taken aback by its depth,
one crow swimming.

March 4: Small Hope Bay Lodge, Andros

We took a taxi this morning away from the faded Lighthouse Marina, over the Fresh Creek bridge, past Hank's on the water where we had dinner the night before, past the crab statue at the center of Coakley Town, past two cemeteries and the primary school, past a few liquor stores and a Jamaican jerk chicken place, to Small Hope Bay Lodge. The ecolodge, established in 1960, is a lovely spread that specializes in scuba-diving and bonefishing, with a heavy emphasis on relaxing in hammocks, hanging out on the beach, and eating well. Rooms are draped in batik fabric made at the local batik factory. Water is solar-heated. And the fully stocked bar is self-serve.

After dinner we joined the nature guide Tarran for a nocturnal walk through the mangrove marsh, listening for night birds: Yellow-crowned Night-heron, Clapper Rail. Something large and pale flew away from us soundlessly in the dark.

Sun, sea, birds, food--

when all needs are met,

the sky opens its big blue book.

Small Hope Bay Lodge

View from my hammock

Small Hope Bay Lodge

Small Hope Bay Lodge dining room

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January 18: Morning meditation 3

Squirrel bounds through snow

ponderously.
Trying to make my mind blank.

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April 18: Looking up

Almost too high to see--

crow chases a hawk

out of its airspace.

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March 14: Lo, on high, yon Bald Eagle!

The crows are pissed
but my spirits soar in blue skies
with that eagle.

Do you see the eagle waaaay up in the sky?

February 3: White sky

Color of an intaken
breath. Waiting--
blank Monday sky.

January 3: Old moon in the new moon's arms

After the storm clears,
bright crescent moon revealed
in startling clarity.

December 20: Friday evening

By week's end
my mind as blank
as the sky.

December 15: Moment of clarity

After all the shoveling,
the night sky's
brilliantly clear.

November 29: Mozart on the radio

For my workout high

and this winter-blue sky,

Mozart sounds just right.

October 8: Direction

Stepped out last night to see if the aurora borealis visible in northern Maine was visible here. 

New moon moving west

all afternoon, and now

Big Dipper points north.

July 31: Water Lily

A bird whose song I couldn't recognize was making noise outside my office this afternoon, so I wandered out with my binoculars to try and track it down. I never did see the bird, but I ended up at the river's edge surprised to realize that I hadn't been down there for a few months. Or at least, not recently enough to have remembered there were water lilies growing near the shore there--including one big white one in full bloom.

Water lily's beauty
amplified by the river
reflecting blue sky, clouds.

April 13: Rain stops, clouds begin to lift

Blue sky's open eye
peers down through rain clouds
at cars crawling below.