#293-328 : October 19, 2005 - Present
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Wednesday, November 23, 2005

[First Snow]

The wolves of winter
are howling around the eaves
deer tracks in the woods

Tuesday, November 22, 2005

[Political Discourse]

Strutting and posing
the barnyard animals brag
they should rule the world

A Cock and Bull Story

Monday, November 21, 2005

[Political Machinery]

Even the juggernaut
must come to a screeching halt
when the frenzy ends

Sunday, November 20, 2005

[Seth's Birthday]

Thirty years ago
he came out in the moonlight
with his eyes wide open

Saturday, November 19, 2005

[High Water Music]

Gabbling laughter
up backwaters full of ducks
the beating of wings

Friday, November 18, 2005

[True Colors]

A tattered Earth flag
snaps gaily on the halliard
at the season's end

Thursday, November 17, 2005

[Solar Cycles]

The serpent chaos
coiled round the cosmic egg
hatches an eagle

Wednesday, November 16, 2005

[Skidder at Work]

When the farmers left
pastures turned into woodlots
now they'll be houselots

Tuesday, November 15, 2005


November warm snap
we go dancing in the wind
and shake off our leaves

Monday, November 14, 2005

[Toad Alone]

Moorings are empty
one sailboat swings with the tide
longing to get out

Sunday, November 13, 2005


A square of moonlight
has fallen upon the floor
in the empty room

Saturday, November 12, 2005

[Burnt Sienna]

The oaks are patient
waiting out the bright display
then turning to rust

Friday, November 11, 2005

[Wayne from Maine - RIP]

He'd sit in the sun
and sing songs to the river
guitar warrior

Thursday, November 10, 2005

[Pocket Ark]

The deep seas under
we are embarked together
looking for landfall

Wednesday, November 9, 2005

[Roadside Encounters]

The nights are colder
the deer are starting to move
halfmoon through the trees

Tuesday, November 8, 2005

[Lascaux redux]

Hunter as hunted
enters into the wild mind
to close the circle

Monday, November 7, 2005

[Marsh Grass]

Serpentine guzzles
winding through a brazen marsh
patrolled by herons

Sunday, November 6, 2005


A restless ocean
swallows the running rivers
rubs against the shore

The Sea Devours Her Children
[360 degree view]

Saturday, November 5, 2005

[Hunting Season]

Animal instincts
stalk the woods in orange dress
all senses alert

Friday, November 4, 2005

[Five O'clock]

Suddenly the days
are short and shadows creep out
from under the trees

Thursday, November 3, 2005

[Woody & Rocky]

between our separate selves
is never easy

Wednesday, November 2, 2005

[Sand Piles]

The last balmy days
find us scuttling around
putting things in piles

Tuesday, November 1, 2005

[Fields of Color]

Blueberry barrens
flaming red in morning mist
painting the contours

Monday, October 31, 2005

[Straw Man]

A jack-o-lantern
leers from the neighbor's doorstep
laughing at the night

Sunday, October 30, 2005


Hidden in the mask
we may become the other
we pretend to be

Saturday, October 29, 2005

[Father William]

Aches in the morning
maybe balancing all those eels
is a bit too much

Friday, October 28, 2005

[Catching a Bug]

First an itchy throat
then the aches and the sniffles
then ah ah -- achoo

Thursday, October 27, 2005


Plunging into deeps
our imagining takes form
to turn inside out

Proteus in Bronze
[360 degree view]

Wednesday, October 26, 2005

[Autumn Aroma]

Snarl of a chainsaw
the thunk of a splitting maul
woodsmoke on the air

Tuesday, October 25, 2005

[Local Knowledge]

Before the ice makes
we haul the channel bouys
and sail by land marks

Monday, October 24, 2005

[Fly Away]

Flocks of migrant birds
chittering in yellow trees
ride on the north wind

Sunday, October 23, 2005


The wounded blacksmith
unites fire and water
to perfect the work

Saturday, October 22, 2005


Now it is later
but still the cold time's coming
stills the cricket song

Friday, October 21, 2005

[First Frost]

A crystal coating
glitters in the morning sun
and the air is crisp

Thursday, October 20, 2005


No matter how high
our flights of fancy may soar
the joke is on us


Wednesday, October 19, 2005

[Seasons Turning]

The grasses grow rank
after the last haymaking
until the frost comes

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