1063. enchanted path

 

a baby serpentine

wigglin’ through the dampened woods

short… but very deep 🦊❤️

I have walked past this spot on the trails thousands of times over the years. A little serpentine footpath, more likely deer path,  caught my attention and I stopped. It led to an “on and off” creek less than 50 feet away. Seeing it for the first time filled my mind with mystery and wonder… as if some enchanted spot was at its terminus. I will never explore this little path. I want the possibility of the enchantment at its end to remain in my mind. 🦊❤️  

1062. night train mantra

 

clickety clacking

magic mantra of night trains

instant transcendence 🦊❤️ 

As I looked at the abandoned railroad tracks disappearing into the heavy brush, I thought about the long ago sounds of freight trains, laden with coal, traveling through the night. Long before I knew what meditation was, the clickety clack of the laboring trains were like a mantra that took my childhood mind to stillness and a sense of peace. 🦊❤️

1061. unfolded dream(s)

 

our dreams unfolded

sharing life with an artist

her folding paper 🦊❤️

When I walked into Yulan’s studio yesterday and saw her in the midst of her art I knew for sure that my dreams of long ago had come true. 🦊❤️

1060. treasure trove

 

they say, “one man’s trash

is another man’s treasure

i mirror those words 🦊❤️

Yesterday while delivering a piece of art to a wonderful young woman in Ambler, I saw a really nice mirror that was leaning on a trash can. It was reflecting on all it had seen in the past and it was sad it was about to be tossed into the back of the approaching trash truck. I remembered that Yulan was interested in getting a mirror like this. I decided to be a hero and rescue the fretting mirror and at the same time (hopefully) make Yulan even more grateful to have such a thoughtful person as me in her life!!!! Lol 🦊❤️

1059. an unlikely star

 

just moments ago

simply a stone underfoot

now you’re a rock star 🦊❤️

 

I love picking up stones and balancing them on other rocks while on the trails. There is a special moment of magic that I feel when a stone, especially a very oddly shaped one remains frozen still when I release it.  As I write this post I think about how it occurred that I picked up that particular stone, one of many just laying around,  to make it the rockstar of my haiku post today. It just goes to show you, “you never know what is around the corner” that could be magic for you… like the lowly stone’s unpredicted rise to fame.  🦊❤️

1058. a sound so clear

 

i hear your music

slicing through the sultry air

a wisp of a breeze 🦊❤️

 

The sharpness of things seems to dull to a blunt “ughness” when the air is heavy and hot. Then the piercing clarity of a bird’s call fills the air and brings my ears to attention.  🦊❤️

1057. for your eyes only

 

mid the browning leaves

a brilliant yellow fungi

a meal for the eyes 🦊❤️

The hot and humid weather creates a rich array of fungi of many shapes and colors along the trails.  Some are safe to eat… some are not. This one above is not. It is meant to be enjoyed by our eyes alone.  🦊❤️