May showers . . .
blue puddles sprout
a forest Monet
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May showers . . .
blue puddles sprout
a forest Monet
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snowmelt. rain. every morning we step out onto a new road: frozen, muddy, puddly, dry…. I wonder what D makes of it all. How does his canine mind absorb these transformations?
spring floods . . .
how did the puddle become?
a lake
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Dear Reader:
As its title suggests this post originated earlier in the month but due to a variety of factors it didn’t manage to graduate from ‘draft’ to ‘published’. Since early April we’ve had a mini summer, frost, and now it’s in between. Happy Poetry Month!
Janice
My feet are tender but I wear boots and walk slowly when I take D out for his early morning pee. I go with him for all of his constitutionals these days as he has developed a knee problem. Under ‘doctor’s orders’ he has to limit his activities though spring calls out to him to wander and explore.
‘towhee, towheee’
rippling under morning sun
the shrinking snow
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midnight thunder
out of the jaws of March
a maelstrom of snow
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les arbres blancs . . .
a ghost wood wakens
in winter sun
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rabbit ears . . .
nibbling greens
under the snow
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our Santa
on a bobcat plow
Christmas Eve
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late autumn . . .
squinting in the light
of fresh fallen snow
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dinner at six . . .
the orange glow
of November moon
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autumn light
under dark skies a shimmer
of mystery
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