- nonstop . . .
- leaning on his cane . . .
- southbound . . .
- old friends . . .
- tanka time . . .
- stars, planet, moons, et. al. . . .
- exquisite corpse update . . .
- exquisite corpse, anyone? . . .
- virtual friends . . .
- perhaps . . .
- cobwebs . . .
- After the Funeral . . .
- anthology fever . . .
- Throwback . . .
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Tag Archives: Birds
first day . . . neither partridge nor pear in his hands Frogpond, vol. 35, no. 3, Autumn 2012
returning the owl’s call wind chimes Frogpond, vol. 35, no. 3, Autumn 2012
ribbon grass . . . the undulating rhythm of birdsong Modern Haiku, 43.3 , Autumn 2012
out of nowhere this dark mood descends before I rise to a flight of swallows see-sawing the sky Ribbons, vol. 8, no. 1, Spring/Summer 2012
first snow cascading through cedar a woodpecker’s call The Heron’s Nest, vol. XIV, no. 2, June 2012
Zen circle the swallows return to last year’s nest A Hundred Gourds, vol. 1, no. 3, June 2012 ‘
deadwood the crows take in the sun A Hundred Gourds, vol.1, no. 3, June 2012 (If you hit the above link and scroll down the page, you’ll find the haiga that Ron Moss painted for my haiku. Thank you, Ron. … Continue reading
crossroads . . . a cardinal’s feather on a field of snow Acorn, no. 28, Spring 2012
a surprise at this time in life to find such passion . . . a covey of quail rises fluttering on dark wings Moonbathing, no. 5, Fall/Winter 2011-2012 Anyone who reads this blog on a regular basis knows that there are … Continue reading
tree-trimming . . . of mother’s many birds one dove unbroken Notes from the Gean, vol. 3, no. 3, December 2011