on an empty bench
an empty jar and lone leaf
filling empty time 🦊❤️
This morning my footlocker of haiku photos and ideas was completely empty. I had to fill this blog space with something… Here it is. 🦊❤️
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1882. gold beyond gold
in the golden meadow
you redefine what gold is
glowing beyond glow 🦊❤️
1881. all is relative
atop the fencepost
a teeny tiny forest
tender to the touch 🦊❤️
1880. crown jewels
standing at your feet
i embrace your regal form
your crown glistening 🦊❤️
“My” Cucumber Magnolia tree never, ever ceases to inspire me and amaze me with its ever changing impressions that it leaves on me. Thank you… 🦊❤️
1879. the circle
oh you green phoenix
rising up from a dead stump
how high will you fly? 🦊❤️
A little Maple seeding sprouting from the decaying hulk of a once towering tree. New life is born in what is no more. Everything is in the circle of coming and going. Ain’t it grand? 🦊❤️
1878. like the “dude’s” rug
such a perfect tree
to complement this gray sky
on this chilly day 🦊❤️
1877. turn, turn, turn
it’s that time of year
when the frost turns green to brown
and lost gloves turn blue 🦊❤️
As temperatures start to find their way down, it’s time to start spotting sad lost gloves here, there and everywhere on the trail. 🦊❤️
1876. still number one
nothing so profound
as roadside memorials
“you're still number one” 🦊❤️
1875. “quoits anyone?”
from a twiggy hob
there hangs a bright orange ring
“hey! quoits anyone?” 🦊❤️
You never know what you might see on the trails. Just like this ring dog toy hanging high up in a spindly dead tree. Were the squirrels playing Quoits? Do you know what the game of Quoits is all about? 🦊❤️
1874. my sugar maple
it’s that time of year
yellow and orange and red
my sugar maple 🦊❤️
1874. drawing us in
as the sun goes down
we trek up into the woods
sun beams light the way 🦊❤️
Dusk is a magic time in the woods. The magnetic sun draws us in. 🦊❤️
1873. waiting game
i sat on a bench
waiting for the wind to drop
a single walnut 🦊❤️
1872. the living and not
stop… take a deeeep breath
smell the wonder of it all
the living… and not 🦊❤️
1871. changing the shape of things
woods shape’s hard to change
yet when i soften my mind
the world seems to change 🦊❤️
In the grove of Japanese Maples we saw a group of young students sitting silently on the ground, writing on tablets. Their teachers stood watching. Yulan asked, “Are the kids writing haiku?” The teacher said, “No, They are coming up with ways to change the shape of wood which is hard.” Yulan told the teacher that for some reason she thought they would be writing haiku. She told her that we write haiku. Then the teacher asked me to quikly come up with a haiku that she could share with the children regarding changing the shape of wood. Today’s haiku is what I composed when put on the spot! 🦊❤️
1870. dr. seuss
with bamboo clapping
a new dr. seuss character
making its debut 🦊❤️
1869. faux furnace
mornings chill and dark
the fall into fall deepens
my fake stove warms me 🦊❤️
I love fall. Morning are dark and night’s chill linger into start of the day. My little fake stove makes it all the more wonderful. 🦊❤️
1868. lazy looking
on this blus’try morn
red’ning tree full of sparrows
with soft gaze they’re there 🦊❤️
Warning: What follows may be politically incorrect.
1867. airworthy
i watched from above
how perfectly you spun ‘round
floating down, down, down 🦊❤️
1866. battling
battling to the death
two fierce forest behemoths
nightmares made of this 🦊❤️
1865. design
on the forest’s floor
nature’s designs on display
like this mushroom’s spots 🦊❤️
1864. slower than molasses
i would love to be
a slug for a single day
only one speed… slow 🦊❤️
Today is a beautifully rainy day. It’s a perfect day to shift to slow and just creep along one step at a time. 🦊❤️
1863. through all kinds of weather
off the beaten trail
there’s a very special tree
that’s our secret place 🦊❤️
1862. becoming one with….
blending perfectly
like a grasshopper on grass…
… or a katydid 🦊❤️
1861. hallowed ground
once stood a tall tree
time and weather took their toll
sawdust is its ghost 🦊❤️
The field was littered with many trees that had fallen over the years. I used to enjoy slaloming through them as I made my way to the trails. Today, all that was left were lines of sawdust where the trees had been cut into sections and hauled away. 🦊❤️
1860. gobble, gobble
a plump turkey tail
its fungi feathers blooming
real feast for the eyes 🦊❤️
1859. lunch ala ikea
assembling a lunch
swedish meatballs and salad
lingonberry too 🦊❤️
Lunch at Ikea is always a treat. The little Swedish flag flies high on its namesake meatballs. 🦊❤️
1858. simple definition of a tree
digging deep in dirt
reaching into emptiness
they call it a tree 🦊❤️
1857. paradox of the burl
if our woes grew burls
we would look like this gnarled tree
full of precious bumps 🦊❤️
Burls are bumps that sometime grow on certain trees as a result of the trees being injured, parasitic attacks, fungal infections and other known and unknown negative impacts. The burls can grow quite large and can look very unsightly and quite grotesque. The paradox is however that burls are highly sought after by woodworkers because of their exquisite grain patterns and are worth lots of money. While our woes may look pretty ugly, if we look inside them there just may be many beautiful things to be learned that are worth their weight in gold. 🦊❤️
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