Two months past Christmas,
a fly lands on the railing -
standing in barefeet.

Rustling amid twigs -
a bunny in the backyard,
winter loosening.

“Patience Taught by Nature”

“O Dreary life!” we cry, “O dreary life!”
And still the generations of the birds
Sing through our sighing, and the flocks and herds
Serenely live while we are keeping strife
With Heaven’s true purpose in us, as a knife
Against which we may struggle. Ocean girds
Unslackened the dry land: savannah-swards
Unweary sweep: hills watch, unworn; and rife
Meek leaves drop yearly from the forest-trees,
To show, above, the unwasted stars that pass
In their old glory. O thou God of old!
Grant me some smaller grace than comes to these;—
But so much patience, as a blade of grass
Grows by contented through the heat and cold.

– Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Public Domain

- Life is a dance... the dance goes on with us and without us. ... One dances for no reason, as the rose opens in the morning and is for no reason red.
- Osho

Homage to Van Gogh

Super Moon night of the Eclipse

Homage to Klee

Beginning color pencil experiment

I felt in need of a great pilgrimage, so I sat still for 3 days.
- Kabir

Set wide the window. Let me drink the day.
- Edith Wharton

ahah- for T

“The Uses of Poetry”

I’ve fond anticipation of a day
O’erfilled with pure diversion presently,
For I must read a lady poesy
The while we glide by many a leafy bay,

Hid deep in rushes, where at random play
The glossy black winged May-flies, or whence flee
Hush-throated nestlings in alarm,
Whom we have idly frighted with our boat’s long sway.

For, lest o’ersaddened by such woes as spring
To rural peace from our meek onward trend,
What else more fit? We’ll draw the latch-string

And close the door of sense; then satiate wend,
On poesy’s transforming giant wing,
To worlds afar whose fruits all anguish mend.

– William Carlos Williams, Public Domain

February first,
I heard a mourning dove call -
harbinger of spring.