moon’s afterglow fades
star shapes sink into the trees
Orion still hunts
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living at the foot of a mountain means a casual glance outside is usually framed by tall pines, or stars dipping below the horizon just above the house. the seasonal sky shift is here, with winter favorites like Orion returning. the night sky has been clear most nights, and the stars have been bright in spite of the recent full moon.
edges after frost
silver rims the still green leaf
tree crowns lit by sun
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we have had our first truly cold nights. things are dying back. the sun comes up later over the mountain arm, and light proceeds down from the tree tops. today I start feeding the birds again.
my mind cuts loose from
fettered forms and uptight prompts
needing to fly free
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not to make the note longer than the haiku, but the Day 11 NaPoWriMo prompt made my brain hurt.
a clutch of junkos
headed north and stopping by
april ice and snow
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Day 8!
goldfinch masks return
red wing songs are heard again
spring’s first robin lands
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NaPoWriMo day 5
full moon cold spring sky
looking down on shrinking snow
waiting for soft air
vivid rowdy blues
so much beauty sharply etched
raucus calling party birds
thuggish calls in flight
swift and dangerous patrols
small creatures tremble
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we have ravens here, not crows. they rumble through, sweeping over the arm of Monadnock, always on the lookout. our feeders are sheltered in the lea of lilacs, canopied by a long suffering apple tree. when the ravens come, our small birds and chipmunks hesitate but do not run.
teeming life on wing and leg
constant movement in their search
to feed renewal
morning coolness flows
big dog with me constant love
anchoring my thoughts
a gift flowed to us
creativity and love
sent back in prayer
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for Jon Katz
gentle loving soul
possessed of many talents
a warrior’s heart
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in memory of Diane Smythe. I was not going to write for the last day of NaPoWriMo 2014, but felt compelled to do so for someone who had great personal courage and such a beautiful way of looking at her world.
Life With Horace 