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#328
Wednesday, November 23, 2005

[First Snow]

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

#327
Tuesday, November 22, 2005

[Political Discourse]

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

#326
Monday, November 21, 2005

[Political Machinery]

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

#325
Sunday, November 20, 2005

[Seth's Birthday]

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

#324
Saturday, November 19, 2005

[High Water Music]

Gabbling laughter
up backwaters full of ducks
the beating of wings

#323
Friday, November 18, 2005

[True Colors]

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

#322
Thursday, November 17, 2005

[Solar Cycles]

The serpent chaos
coiled round the cosmic egg
hatches an eagle

#321
Wednesday, November 16, 2005

[Skidder at Work]

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

#320
Tuesday, November 15, 2005

[Balmy]

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

#319
Monday, November 14, 2005

[Toad Alone]

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

#318
Sunday, November 13, 2005

[Waxing]

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

#317
Saturday, November 12, 2005

[Burnt Sienna]

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

#316
Friday, November 11, 2005

[Wayne from Maine - RIP]

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

#315
Thursday, November 10, 2005

[Pocket Ark]

The deep seas under
we are embarked together
looking for landfall

#314
Wednesday, November 9, 2005

[Roadside Encounters]

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

#313
Tuesday, November 8, 2005

[Lascaux redux]

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

#312
Monday, November 7, 2005

[Marsh Grass]

Serpentine guzzles
winding through a brazen marsh
patrolled by herons

#311
Sunday, November 6, 2005

[Omnivorous]

A restless ocean
swallows the running rivers
rubs against the shore

#310
Saturday, November 5, 2005

[Hunting Season]

Animal instincts
stalk the woods in orange dress
all senses alert

#309
Friday, November 4, 2005

[Five O'clock]

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

#308
Thursday, November 3, 2005

[Woody & Rocky]

Communication
between our separate selves
is never easy

#307
Wednesday, November 2, 2005

[Sand Piles]

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

#306
Tuesday, November 1, 2005

[Fields of Color]

Blueberry barrens
flaming red in morning mist
painting the contours

#305
Monday, October 31, 2005

[Straw Man]

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

#304
Sunday, October 30, 2005

[Persona]

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

[360 degree view]

#303
Saturday, October 29, 2005

[Father William]

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

#302
Friday, October 28, 2005

[Catching a Bug]

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

#301
Thursday, October 27, 2005

[Proteus]

Plunging into deeps
our imagining takes form
to turn inside out

#300
Wednesday, October 26, 2005

[Autumn Aroma]

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

#299
Tuesday, October 25, 2005

[Local Knowledge]

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

#298
Monday, October 24, 2005

[Fly Away]

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

#297
Sunday, October 23, 2005

[Wayland]

The wounded blacksmith
unites fire and water
to perfect the work

#296
Saturday, October 22, 2005

[Persephone]

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

#295
Friday, October 21, 2005

[First Frost]

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

#294
Thursday, October 20, 2005

[Hubris]

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

#293

Wednesday, October 19, 2005

[Seasons Turning]

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