planted bulbs sprouting

waiting for next garlic crop

with eight dried blossoms

rusty old farmhand

with cataracts and flat feet

bakes in the hot sun

bark thin as paper

like the shed skin of a snake

blown about by wind

leaning over bridge

peering into open space

between reflections

so close yet so far

almost there, almost touching

black and white stalemate

rusty hull of ship

with a lonely forlorn face

etched deep in metal

fountain filled with leaves

autumn and winter debris

time to clean bird bath

a welcoming spring

sprays of green buds and yellow

forsythia blooming

winter comes to end

ume blossoms sign of spring

trees are bare by may

yu wu cloud and mist

from foggy mountain gardens

green tea in red cup

springtime will return

decay eats, wind sweeps away

leaves, dreams sprout again

in pottery bowl

bamboo whisks boiling water

and fine sencha tea

on path well-traveled

twigs and leaves blown by the wind

pressed well under foot

no longer useful

metal objects patina

weathered art/ifacts

water in cat’s bowl

air bubbles trapped in the ice

make for abstract art

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and the only sounds

the cat’s unhappy hissing

and breaking of bowl

soleri bell rings

rung in solidarity

a prayer offering

a red tulip floats

on a murky sky of blue

into green embrace

with droplets of rain

fallen leaf makes a canvas

the wind blows away

red winter rose blooms

summer roses potpourri

pink, yellow, white

saturday market

will reopen mid-april

only two more months

i long to hear/i long to feel

the flow and ebb of the tide

wet sand between my toes

at outdoor market

hippies and millennials

still sell tie-dyes

many times paths cross

a missed opportunity

to make connection

bowl of wishing stones

please do take one for yourself

so your wish comes true

even in old age

beauty in your bones and lines

and your weathered skin

a meditation

rain drip-dropping into pon

concentric circles

spider works through night

pearls of dewdrops glisten

with the morning light

half-cord firewood

fir, alder, ash, maple, and oak

two seniors stacking

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an infinite fog

shadow trees and shapeless void

following the light

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to say i love you

love is more than a feeling

love is commitment

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door is off hinges

spouse is painting it purple

my birthday present!

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