Sunday, September 27, 2009


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Tin gutters
aren't for beating
... Steller's Jay!

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Suffer shadows you must
but you'll never gray
... Steller's Jay.

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The chickadee
from her shadow
... POP!

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Steller's Jay
dodging, chasing
... the shadows of his head.

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Spin for joyous spin
the chickadee
... her shadow

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Spider's reveries
and silks to sail
... the summer sun.

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Thursday, September 24, 2009

Wednesday, September 23, 2009


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Mist
through the meadow
... river without voice.

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Whispers in the leaves
the Buddha
... of sweepers.

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Yellow bee, yellow be
we three searching
... for autumn.

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Leaves slipping away
the flicker crying
... stay.

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Peppered moth
a seasoned moustache
... for the Buddha.

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Sputtering moth
drunk with dew
... the Buddha's laughter.

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Last rusting apple
learning the ways
... of clover.

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The spider's quick sketch
an outline
... for murder.

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I'm far too clumsy
for your sort of fishing
... spider.

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You plead, you must
little towhee but you and I
... must autumn.

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His testament
of the long days done
... the squirrel is gone.

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The bending road
summer's cake crusting, flaking
... falling.

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Good day
Mr. Fly! Good
... bye.

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Moment to wonder
not summer nor autumn
... a road to wander.

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Sketches of sunset
a dragonfly tracing
... drawing me away.

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Monday, September 21, 2009


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Another moon
another me
... the same surprise.

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Still man
the still fawn
... waking.

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Hey Mom! Lookit this!
pebbles
... and remnants.

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To old fall
another fall
... of Falling alders.

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Among rotting berries
... the spider's mending.

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Forgotten web
the fraying tethers
... of summer.

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Beneath the apple tree
only the jay's
... tattered suit.

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Friday, September 11, 2009


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In this sunrise
in these eyes something
... of an old September.

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(photo to accompany)


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You see, my love
this hand, my love
... Which way, my love?

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... and these shadows
only presume
to echo.

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Sliding, hiding away
she baits
... unwaiting moon.

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Autumn crows
have nothing better
... so they say.

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Muffled shouts blocks away
other points
... for other people.

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Just as well
dark and dark cars passing
... this passing place.

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Thursday, September 10, 2009


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Shush now, crow
don't stir the leaves
... or the dreams of chickadees.

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Only the beetle
and I hear
... the warbler's reveille.

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Old crow
flicking the dew
... and a bit of night.

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In browning sea
the poplar leaf
... it's own sunrise.

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Moon in the mist
we nod and we pass
... ghost in the glass.

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Tuesday, September 8, 2009


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Rapt in the fog
she wraps ever stepping
never stepping ... home.

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Into the kindness
of the puddle she falls
... old sparrow.

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(Inspired by Alsebka at Deviantart)




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Bleed, bleed the trees
please, oh please, winter please
... be kind.

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(Inspired by Werol and vladxc at Deviantart)



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Fold in the night
a crease in the black
... ripe moon, peeling moon.

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Dark man walks
and he talks alone
... dark man walking home.

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Moonstruck
she baits and waits
... tickles and peels.

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Last summer winds
the whispered ends of apples
... and blushing peels.

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Such familiar rains
and now as ever, never
... will turn away.

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Moon revealing she
revealing why the why
... of me.

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Monday, September 7, 2009

Sunday, September 6, 2009

Saturday, September 5, 2009


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Cold morning rain
washing in
... what cannot wash away.

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Bluebells and eggshells
and loving
... as it rains.

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Sugar wafers
and strawberry Quik
... or was it a dream?

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Her first kiss
her first blush
... practiced in a mirror.

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Autumn dragonfly
in the rain, in the wind
... out of time.

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Friday, September 4, 2009


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Old spruce
giggling in the wind
...drip!

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Sogged and blackening
an old polaroid
... faces in the rain.

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I see now
what the puddle's waited
... to show me.

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Her first steps
first leaves of autumn
... first fall.

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Hiding her fingers
her kiss tasting
... of blackberries!

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His shipwreck rhymes
she smiles
... anyways.

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In that other place
mirrored in puddles
... sparrows in the rain.

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Thursday, September 3, 2009


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Stories away
and story's come home
... steps in the rain.

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He, just he
only now, he alone
... is the night passing.

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But that leaf's
just too small for me
... cheeky chickadee!

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Little alder cup
chickadee sipping raindrops
... see ya.

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Cold sunrise
poor little warbler
... warbles alone.

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Robins, Robins!
Up you sleepy heads
... ole sun's beatcha to it!

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From morning's far hill
a silly dog
... crying the cold news.

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Sleepy towhees
calling for quiet
... in Towhee, of course.

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