woodland bridge
I’ve been walking in Woodland Park close to home. Today in a spring snowstorm. I felt accompanied by millions.
Monthly Archive: March 2015
the eerie
Notes on the erhu: 1 I was reading haiku on The Heron’s Nest last night. I came across a word new to me: “erhu.” evening breeze ruffling thoughts of her echoes of the erhu...
old roses
Poor housekeeping … or a love of elderly flowers? These are left over from Valentine’s day, more than a month old.
house of opaque meanings
I dreamt of a Facebook group called “The House of Opaque Meanings.” The details of the dream are gone now, but it was a marvelous group that you didn’t join, but that surprised you...
river walk
I anticipated mud, but I got perfectly snow-covered trails, not slushy, just soft and a little slippery. Blowing beech leaves accumulated in the trail. The boulders in the water had a lot of presence....
dream daffodils
I dreamed all the snow was suddenly gone. Marvelous. There were daffodils blooming. They were flopped over because they had been oppressed by snow, but they looked beautifully fresh. It was my “okay to...