gazing at the moon
I touch the lake; ripples form
across the night’s sky
I dig computers
gazing at the moon
I touch the lake; ripples form
across the night’s sky
Early in the morning remembering the actions I regret. Unwilling to learn from my elders caused so much heartache. Eventually I learned this bit of wisdom:
Also I figured out that I learn more by listening than talking.
So, I’m getting there. The journey is ongoing.

as the water falls
air speaks to my sense of home
the night hides mountains
I wasn’t able to get out today for a walk, and photo explorations. It rained a good chunk of the day, and I was pretty busy. So, I grabbed this photo from Pexels as it captured my mood.


approaching a pond
delighting in the frogsong
Basho’s memory
Walking in my neighborhood, there are a few ponds. Tonight I noticed the frogsong…for the first time this spring. I doubt the frogs have been silent until tonight. Probably just the first night I was out late enough.

rain speckled petals
grey motion above the trees
the colors of spring

with the clock’s motion
moonlight hidden by the trees
quiet memories
sunlight through this glass
floating across the pages
a crow laughing

I sit upon wheels
this motion through the daylight
robins cheer me on