January Moon

waxing gibbous growing to the full moon
cold days and nights, snowy white ground,
white above, also cold, frozen places,
me, thankful to be inside where I
can read, write, sip spring tea, dream.

waxing gibbous Moon

waxing gibbous, approaching Full Moon


Inspired by reading winter haiku, drinking a tisane of spring flowers and leaves, on a cold night with the almost Full Moon outside my window.

midwinter moon
a temple revealed
high in the heavens
~ Basho

Transformation

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Bud, blossom, bloom and perhaps even fruit.
Egg, larva, pupa and perhaps an adult.
The new year always offers the possibility 
of transformation – though that possibility always exists.
And perhaps, an adult might become child.

 

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Another Time

“From where we stand the rain seems random.
If we could stand somewhere else, we would see the order in it.”
Tony Hillerman, Coyote Waits

The rain drips off the roof edge
ticking off steady clocklike metallic drops – seconds –
not 60 by 60 by 24
that runs our engines, but some other
Time I have yet to fully understand.

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Migration

“Life is a series of natural and spontaneous changes. Don’t resist them; that only creates sorrow. Let reality be reality. Let things flow naturally forward in whatever way they like.” –  Lao Tzu

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The birds are leaving for winter places
on this, my birthday. I’m staying here.
The seasons are changing. So will I.
I don’t know my destination or if
I will return here. So it is.