Sunday, March 21, 2010

This is how it looks....

Here we have the latest additions to the advancing troops,,,purple-veined tulip leaves, coming up behind them are daylilies.

Thursday, March 18, 2010

Spring IS here!!!!

Spears rising, iris
troops beside my chain-link fence
bright flags unfurling

To be honest, only the crocus is blooming...and they're just two small clumps of observers, tucked under the rose bush's thorny arms. The daffodils' trumpets are just starting to blare (changing from pale green to golden)....and not just iris is invading....rising like the approaching ranks of soldiers drawing steadily nearer....are the daylilies, daffodils, tulips, surprise lillies, japanese and siberian irises too...Spring is here!

Where'd I leave my camera?!?

Thursday, February 25, 2010

First Haibun

I'm awake late this morning as usual, and I open the blinds to converse with the sun. A sliding glass door keeps me in, but the sunlit view floods into my dining room like an old friend in no need of an invitation. Delighted with the company, I stand and enjoy my good fortune. My full coffee mug warms me, but my bones ache at the sight of the cold beauty in front of me. Everything is just where it was yesterday morning, but today's visitor is unlike any other.

surrounded by wood
frozen and snow-capped in line
nails in a bare deck

Haiku in my Journal

climbing trees with friends
playing king of the forest
young poison ivy

hurry up!
white clouds race across
the blue sky

the red leaf defies
the inevitable fall
clinging to life

loud and indignant
the crow protests my presence
as if I can't hear

Friday, September 18, 2009

Window open, breeze,
moonlight, cicadas humming
summer's lullaby

How many nights until the first freeze? It'll be so much quieter then. The insects' songs are a major part of my summer an adult, I'm out on the porch swing after dark, "sittin and aswingin" as an old song says. As a kid, it was the sound we fell asleep to, especially in the years before mom and dad installed air conditioning for the upstairs bedrooms where we kids slept....

Hope you get a chance to listen to them, especially when the nights are cool enough to open the windows and fall asleep listening to the night sounds of your neighborhood.

Wednesday, July 1, 2009

This morning

Shivery breezes
bird song warmed with coffee
July's first surprise

Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Sweet Song

how sweet should he sing?
what lyrics would fill his tune?
little hummingbird

Tuesday, April 28, 2009

A Sunday Stroll

It was a beautiful morning for a stroll last Sunday. The dogwoods were blooming everywhere and bathed the landscape in white, with a few touches of reds and purples from our arboretum specimens. We drove over to the visitors center and started our walk from there. On our way to the Two Ponds Loop area we stopped to visit in the new neighborhood of fairy houses at the bottom of the hill. These are a must-see if you haven't yet and a great thing to recommend for families. Then the ponds offered lots to see. A hatch was in progress, probably craneflies, and more than a hundred cedar waxwings were furiously flying patrols from nearby trees over the water to feast on their good luck. The resident family of Canada Geese (with 6 new goslings) were out for a swimming lesson, oblivious to the activity overhead. At the bridge a red-eared slider came over to see if we were going to set a table for him. A rather large specimen, he was a beauty to observe.

We next walked around the Two Ponds Loop. Chipping Sparrows supervised our visit to their neighborhood. We could hear a Common Yellowthroat, but he stayed hidden. And a male and female Song Sparrow announced the location of their nest. The survivors from the carnage over the ponds were scattered around, resting on the grass. One bug spotted by an NIT is pictured on our website (a photo from last year). He's a common sight near or in the prairie. Butterflies also came by to say "Hi"; Sulphurs, a Cabbage White or two, and a Viceroy (?). We were rather surprised to see that most of the hollies still have their berries. I had thought they'd have ripened and been eaten by now. We noticed the different colors of berries on different specimens.

With time to spare, we decided next to stroll down the new Nursery Loop. There we saw the leaves of Bloodroot and Twinleaf, though neither were in bloom. Some Bloodroots were sporting seed pods. There was lots of Rue Anemone, including some particularly large specimens. Dwarf Larkspur was in abundance, and young enough that the color of the flowers was deep and rich. Violets added their hue of the color too. White violets were also seen, but the exact species escaped us. Sessile Trillium was also abundant. A flower with buds not yet opened might have been White Blue-eyed Grass, and a trip soon to double check would be in order. (This would be a new species for me.) Some Mayapples were seen but were not in bloom. And there was also Solomon's Seal, but again no blooms yet. A good spy by one of the NITs was the leaves of a young Canada Moonseed. Even Butterweed demanded us to notice it. We shortcutted where the loop converges near the middle and made our way back to the visitors center. The sun was already getting hot and the cool of the building was welcome.

Thursday, April 16, 2009

Coo -- Coo

lonely song
of the waning day
mourning dove

Monday, April 6, 2009

Old Hiking Stick

Old Hiking Stick

You were not straight
with knots and canker
scarred skin like open wounds
Perfect was not your lot

It was lack of symmetry
Like you were set apart from
Rank and File
An outcast from mother’s xylem and phloem

And, yet, on that day
Your separateness claimed my eye in
Olive-hued, sun dappled wood
Where you rested alone

How could I have known
In my wanderin’ time
That you would stay with me
Through sleet and snow?

Or, that you would support me
Atop hills and then hollers
where creek meets slough
or across parched hell earth?

We shared shady coves
And pine scented passageways
Cathedral forests while far off
A Thrush played her flute

Through misty glades and then
perched in rock houses
We watched silent snow
Before my boots turned home

We slid down clay slopes
Made safe by your steady brace
So that by twilight in autumn chill
We could watch dying campfire and moonrise

And at first light of rosy hued dawn
You stood ready to be at my side
And carry me in all moments
Of weak sinew or heart

And, so, my friend, we’ll go on
As your gnarly shaft fills the hollow
Of my calloused hand
As we pause over view and vista

Until, at last, our trails come to a place
Perhaps a soft, well lit meadow
Unknown to us
But, somehow, strangely familiar

In that time we will lie down
Sharing the soft breeze
Where we will become separate once again
As we know we must

And, as autumn leaves tumble around us
With Winter’s frost and dark closing in
I’ll close my eyes and smile slightly
And think of Springs to come

Friday, March 13, 2009

the peering

snow glows all quiet
like the peering of a deer
in the darkish night

Thursday, February 26, 2009

Winter Storm 2009

The forest is locked in winter’s embrace
Ice laden limbs bow in submission
Fallen comrades lay lifelessly on the ground
The woodlands weep.

Mike Beville

Monday, February 2, 2009

Nature Poetry Worth Remembering

The bright moon lights the path
through the gray woods
From the unlit depths of the hollow
comes the soft sound of broken water
A faint brightness
or is it a low cloud
within the eastern sky
The earth is hushed

Harlan Hubbard
from his journal entry for February 2, 1953

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

On My Deck

ice is all abloom
on dead chrysanthemum stalks
Winter is reborn

The View Through My Railing

snow stacked up neatly
icicles hung in a row
Winter brings order

Sunday, December 21, 2008

Brandon Point Haiku

Just a simple walk
Solace among the Heather
Wind, Soul, and Seabird nigh