Flat mapped names turn in-
to forested hills, roads wind
towards adventure.
Driving kids to camp
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Flat mapped names turn in-
to forested hills, roads wind
towards adventure.
Tag Archives: seasons
Already mid-July
And so summer goes
like fishing line cast into
swift moving waters
May day
When’s the right time to
wash winter blankets? Last night
I saw snowflakes fall.
Long walk in sunshine
Dog is lagging yet
clear skies pale green leaves urge me
to linger longer.
First warm day
Rake leaves left over
from fall. Clean porch furniture.
Spring into action.
Harbinger of spring
An unexpected
crocus emerges, smiling
from a brown leaf pile.
Spring break
Florida is the
cheese at the end of the maze
known as air travel.
Ithaca, NY
Ph.D.s waitress
here, M.A.s babysit, ’cause
no one wants to leave.
Driving home at sunset
Hills like cut paper
black against tissue blue skies.
Through poked holes, stars shine.
In memoriam: Mrs. G
Now that the snow is
gone, her neglected garden
pokes up stalks of loss.
a haiku a day 