3 A.M.
Flooding light
Frosts the floor
~
Broken clouds
Tinged with white
Somewhere the moon
~
Reddish clouds
The only sign of
Moon's eclipse
~
Skylight frost
Refracting silver
New Year's moon
~
Butter moon!
Halfway over the rim
Of the hill
~
Setting moon
Snowy peaks
Which is whiter?
~
Rising sun
Setting moon
Which is brighter?
~
Behind the roof
The moon glows silver
Beneath, the lights are gold
~
Crunchy ice
Instead of dew —
Welcome fall
~
Early snow
Juncos arrive
Just in time
~
Snow flies sideways
In the lee of a pine
A flicker perches
~
Evening breeze
A whiff of smoke
In summer
~
Pink contrails
After sunset
Heading east
~
Sky of gold
October sun
Late bluebirds
~
Squabbling jays
A blur of blue
So like us
~
Surroundings
So beautiful
Ugly life
~
This tree fell
In last night's storm
No one heard
~
Tiny raindrops
Hit my face
Not a cloud
~
Up and down
A nuthatch flits
Seeking, seeking
~
Just asleep
Coyotes howl
How many?
~
Fading sage
Butterflies swarm
Soon to snow
~
Two owls talk
Half a mile apart
Close to dawn
~
Walden Pond
Thoreau jumps in
Water's sound
~
Frigid rain
Summer blossoms
Plastered earth
~
In the gulch
Cicadas buzz
Not up here
~
See the mist?
Waters thunder
Far away
~
Fall blows in
Ten thousand leaves
Clap their hands
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