Kansas

lightning and the moon
under the same roof glowing
silent in the wind

Walk in the drizzle

Walk in the drizzle, a photo by pdecell on Flickr.

blue heron's leaving
just a flapping in the eye
maybe one less frog

May 2

We had a late snow today in Kansas. Supposedly this is the latest it has snowed in Eastern Kansas since 1912.

white and pink
petals swirl in cold wind
sky and tree, one bird

Cohesion

April 27...

drops shake in the wind

look quickly before they join

my knees wet with mud

I was reading a photography book which recommended that you spray water on plants to get nice droplets of water. I think that is cheating- kind of like jiggering a found poem. It may not make any difference to the reader or viewer but to the finder is does.

April 26...

April 26

Driving to work, many times I get frustrated because I can't stop and look at the trees along the the route-divided highway with impatient drivers.  What's really frustrating as a photographer is that often in the morning I hit this road just when the light is perfect for certain types of shots-yesterday for instance. There was this one view where there was a roadcut into the rock and these young trees with their golden green leaves perfectly illumed by the early sun's light.  Light also glinting on the freshly wet rock. Of course in a flash both they and I moved on.



gold leaves waxy young
the frustration of April
scribbles on work scrap

Laden

April 25...

grass laden geese pair
wings kissing baby leafed trees
echos to the east

See all the April haiku at http://theforcethat.blogspot.com/2013/04/april-haiku.html

Mockingbird

April 22…

the bird riffs morning
must be serious business
if the singer hides

April Haiku

I don't do much with haiku but wanted to try to do a haiku a day to get my poetic flow going again. So I will just add to this page-hopefully daily.

April 1...

Sleepless last night


coyote pups yip
tumbling sound into the night
car growls, later doves


April 2...

Cedars chop bright fog
green fields spread out for a feast
I drive to the sun


April 3...

snow petals echo
on magnolia branches
frogs in cold water


April 4/5...





red buds on blue sky
brief flash overrun by green
snakes on warm rocks soon




morning sky curved moon
trees upside down in the pond
better than the things?


April 7...

Tall candle from bees
burning but always with us
moon almost empty


quick hail

drops clack on the roof
lightning stirring in the clouds
then greening silence

dusk...

water drains dusk light
robins sing to each other
busy wren to itself

April 10...

lecturing, eyes fly
away to the white topped trees
petals fall in rain


green shoots from branches
hurrying in the warm rain
listen fireworks!


April 13...





Spring green shoots rising
light the dark around the trees
fireflies in July


April 14...


gulls wheel in pink dawn
over the cold spring furrow
white grubs in the muck


Been awhile thanks to end of semester stuff and family issues...


April 20...

yellow paper lips
call me to outside myself
irony, gold mouth.

April 22…

the bird riffs morning
must be serious business
if the singer hides

April 25...

grass laden geese pair
wings kissing baby leafed trees
echos to the east

We have had a spate of bad weather but today was sunny and I found these wonderful lilies along the path to my office. One of the campus groundskeepers said that these flowers smell like skunk. I couldn't detect it. I am one of those people that enjoys the musk scent of skunk and just thinking about it triggered memories...hence

orange skunk lily
no divine scent from its robes
musk woods remembered.

April 26...

Driving to work, many times I get frustrated because I can't stop and look at the trees along the the route-divided highway with impatient drivers.  What's really frustrating as a photographer is that often in the morning I hit this road just when the light is perfect for certain types of shots-yesterday for instance. There was this one view where there was a roadcut into the rock and these young trees with their golden green leaves perfectly illumed by the early sun's light.  Light also glinting on the freshly wet rock. Of course in a flash both they and I moved on.



gold leaves waxy young
the frustration of April
scribbles on work scrap



April 27...

 

drops shake in the wind

look quickly before they join

my knees wet with mud