fall moves to winter
soon branches will be empty
stop… smell the roses 🦊❤️
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2086. now is the time
2085. a mystery…
just watching the bees
buzzing from clover to clover
and then they were gone… 🦊❤️
I sat lazily, watching a large number of bees buzzing from clover to clover gathering pollen. I blinked… and they were all gone… A mystery!! 🦊❤️
2084. ignition
despite the drizzle
an autumn tree igniting
acting as kindling 🦊❤️
2083. fog
ah the morning fog
the perfect lens to witness
the sun’s rising up 🦊❤️
There is something special about a sunrise seen through the fog on an autumn morning. 🦊❤️2082. “old scratch”
the first to turn red
like the devil that it is
ole poison ivy 🦊❤️
2081. hovering
hovering above
escaping the dried brownness
a bright shooting star 🦊❤️
2080. purring
allowing ourselves
to get close… to just be held…
worth purring about 🦊❤️
Some pictures say it all… 🦊❤️
2079. to love one’s work
my cousin johnny
soon he’ll have 25 years
the mayor of walmart 🦊❤️
This weekend we returned to my hometown of Monongahela to celebrate my Mon Valley Catholic class’s joint 75th birthday celebration. We also spent lots of time visiting with many of my cousins. A really special event was visiting with my cousin Johnny while he was working his shift at Walmart. He absolutely loves his job and was proud to let us know that he will soon celebrate his 25 year anniversary working there. It was totally refreshing listening to him talk so enthusiastically about his work. Congratulations Johnny!! 🦊❤️
2078. hitchin’ a ride
tired of hoppin’ ‘round
hitchen’ a ride on a tire
round and round he goes 🦊❤️
I had to chuckle at the sight of a grasshopper hitching a ride on the tire of a car. Round and round he goes. 🦊❤️
2077. birthday party
candles once all lit
one by one they lose their flame
in life’s wind tunnel 🦊❤️
2076. look and look again
like a big green leaf
had to look thrice to be sure
“look… a katydid!!!” 🦊❤️
2075. for eno
we lit a candle
to lift our prayers to heaven
he was lifted too 🦊❤️
2074. the mighty rose
green trees start to brown
mornings start to have a chill…
… roses still unfurl 🦊❤️
2073. fleeting fortunes
once adorned a home
now enthroned atop a heap
fortune is fleeting 🦊❤️
2072. “movin’ on up”
some need a ladder
to make their way to the top
others… rise like air 🦊❤️
2071. “last man standing”
the lone last flower
persevering through the days
loneliness its prize 🦊❤️
2070. standing at attention
soldiers in a row
all ears and ready to go
lean and mean machines 🦊❤️
2069. circles of life
right before my eyes
his’try year after year
beginning… till end 🦊❤️
2068. onlooker
from my eye’s corner
the stare of a hunkrin’ buck
pulls me back to now 🦊❤️
2067. stories in paper
from a little square
her skilled fingers fashion forms
that tell a story 🦊❤️
2066. opposing views
‘neath the sprawling tree
opposing views can be had
…simply pick a seat 🦊❤️
2065. stairway to heaven…
life’s such a journey
one thing leads to another
stairway to heaven??? 🦊❤️
Nearly a year ago I started the process of doing everything that needed to be done to be able to have our civil marriage blessed in the Catholic Church that I attended. Many delays and disappointments cropped up along the way as mentioned in a previous post. During that time of delay and disappointment a number of opportunities sprung up that I could never have imagined happening for me with the parish. When it was discovered that I was an artist, I was invited to create a large graphic that would define a wall in the narthex of the church where parishioners leave donations for a number of missions in the Kensington area of Philly. So this week we had our wedding blessed (finally) and my wall graphic was hung. It has been a “heavenly” week!! 🦊❤️
2064. ignore the thorns
ignoring the thorns
a monarch butterfly feasts
to its heart’s content 🦊❤️
2063. holy matrimony
at our ripe old age
making our way to ask god
to bestow his blessings 🦊❤️
After many months of anticipation, planning, delays, roadblocks and disappointments Yulan and I finally were able to have our marriage blessed in my Catholic parish, St. Genevieves. We are so grateful to our dear friends Rick and Gloria for being witnesses of our happy celebration. 🦊❤️
2062. baby and the bath water
they kept the baby
and they kept the bath water
but threw out the tub! 🦊❤️
2061. play ball!!
on the mound waiting
the pitcher hoping to throw
a goose egg game ! 🦊❤️
I got a kick out of seeing a team of Canadian Geese fly in to a freshly manicured ball field to play the local team of ducks. The pitcher was anxious to throw his first no hit game! That is a “goose egg game” in Goose lingo! Lol🦊❤️
2060. the last
what a lonely place
to be the last to be called
to float all alone 🦊❤️
I looked at the last Cheerio floating in the sea of low fat milk. If it had feelings, “what would it be feeling?” I thought. Like the last kid called in a pick up baseball game maybe. Or maybe totally at peace in the quiet of a beautiful pool on a summer day. I wonder… 🦊❤️
2059. “smoke gets in your eyes”
amid the many wires
the smoke of such far off fires
sets the sun ablaze 🦊❤️
2058. mr. bill
looking up at me
his smile turned to an “oh no!”
“oh it’s mr. bill” 🦊❤️
2057. future fossil
in a flow of tar
a penny frozen in time
like ice age fossils 🦊❤️
2056. art critic
at the art museum
a harsh art critic did prowl
known as the “stink bug” 🦊❤️
2055. magnetism
in the overnight
the light’s magnetic power
a gath’ring of moths 🦊❤️
2054. perfect miracle
what a miracle
the mirrorness of water…
and i can see it… 🦊❤️
There is something magical that happens whenever I sit still and listen to leaves rustling in the wind. Everything becomes a miracle. 🦊❤️
2053. refuge
in the blazing sun
my shadow finds some respite
with those from the leaves 🦊❤️
My shadow grows more and more grateful to the kindness of leaves during our current heatwave. 🦊❤️
2052. good bye sycamore
from its high wire perch
a lone bird chirps so sadly
“good bye sycamore…” 🦊❤️
2051. and the winner is….
up - up - up it climbs
who will be the first to bloom?
and the winner is!!!!! 🦊❤️
In a dense patch of weeds, A Jack in The Beanstalk like weed climbed into the sky to let the sun’s rays do their work on the anxious bloom buds waited. And the winning bloom is!!!!! 🦊❤️
2050. stand out
it’s taller than tall
who wouldn’t look up to you?
“grow on tree - grow on!!!” 🦊❤️
When I saw this single tree towering above the rest, I could not help but think about my Cousin Joe who was inducted into the Mid Mon Valley Sports Hall of Fame last weekend. Congratulations Joey!! 🦊❤️
2049. mail pouch tobacco
grab a great big wad
stuff it deep inside your cheek
try not to turn green 🦊❤️
For the last 55 years as I drove the turnpike between my hometown and Philadelphia an old Mail Pouch chewing tobacco sign has endured on the side of an ever aging barn. Yesterday as we drove to and from a family reunion and celebration I was treated again to a flood of memories associated with my cross state travels over the years. But foremost in my bank of memories is the first time that I chewed tobacco while working in a steel mill in The Mon Valley. I immediately turned a shade of green I have not seen since!! 🦊❤️
2048. fly like a bird
no fence high enough
to stop my galavanting
the sky’s the limit… 🦊❤️
2047. boiling water and pizza
the same axiom
holds true for water and pizza
watching doesn’t help 🦊❤️
2046. won’t you be my neighbor?
a stalk of clover
some blades of hearty green grass
comp’ny for the tree 🦊❤️
2045. r.i.p. david hockney
bringing colors to life
following art where it leads
where blue leaves make sense 🦊❤️
2044. bolt of lightning
from my eye’s corner
an orange lighting bolt leaps
to my eye’s center 🦊❤️
2043. can’t get there from here
trapped in a labyrinth
round and round we made our way
finally to escape 🦊❤️
During out evening stroll we came upon a meditation labyrinth. No matter what path we took we couldn’t seem to get to the center. When we finally did make it to the center, getting out was equally challenging. Not very meditative…. The tracker app that we use on walks captured our effort. 🦊❤️
2042. contemporary still life
looking straight ahead
not at hand held devices
but at the pictures 🦊❤️
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lined up like soldiers
giving their full attention
to thoughts on canvas 🦊❤️
We visited the Brandywine River Museum yesterday with our friends Gloria and Rachael. The exhibit featuring contemporary still life works was so-so. But the saving grace of the excursion was the people watching of people looking at art. 🦊❤️
2041. catch me if i fall
dare i get closer
if i do i just might fall
from up here to there 🦊❤️
2040. don quixote is my hero
some would say it’s nuts
to water a hopeless cause
but someone has to… 🦊❤️
2039. observer
walking lost in thought
the ground passing underfoot
you quietly watch 🦊❤️
Time and time again I am pleasantly startled by deer standing quietly, watching my every move as I pass quietly by. 🦊❤️
2038. thank you rob
insidious foe
your three shiny leaves of woe
forever prowling 🦊❤️
As I was sitting in my comfortable chair on a lazy Sunday morning, I thought, “I have no photo to post on my haiku blog - oh what should I do?” At that very moment my good friend Rob texted me the above picture with the comment, “Can’t stop poison ivy!!!” Perfect timing Rob. Thank you!! 🦊❤️
2037. life’s puzzles
on a quiet stroll
the missing puzzle pieces
can often be found 🦊❤️
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