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

A Monarchy of Butterflies

Migrating in the fall to escape winter,
living only two to six weeks except
for the last generation of the year,
which can live perhaps nine months.
I need flight, escape, migration, a warmer gathering.

Butterflies

Migrating monarchs – via Flickr

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.

Photo by Sourav Mishra on Pexels.com

Goose Summer

These mild, like summer, autumn days float
with gossamer clouds and filmy spider webs
moving slightly in the breeze and geese
wedging to the lake overhead as I
take off my goose-down vest and rest.

geese


“Goose Summer” is a Middle English term for this kind of late summer weather. See my etymological explanation at whynameitthat.blogspot.com/…indian-summer-gossamer-and-goose-summer

 

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

Photo by Somya Dinkar on Pexels.com

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.