Friday, September 30, 2011

yesterday, storms raced by on their wild, gray steeds

gnashing their teeth and stirring the air with rain spears

Thursday, September 29, 2011

Wednesday, September 28, 2011

autumn moves through the streets

following traffic rules of her own

Tuesday, September 27, 2011

what a day

for a daydream

Monday, September 26, 2011

climb up these stairs

no one will know we're here.
if we're very, very quiet.




Sunday, September 25, 2011

their season

is over
but what stories linger on their stitched lips.

Saturday, September 24, 2011

dog gone

will this rain ever stop?

Friday, September 23, 2011

what could be easier

than to cherish the simple miracle of
plaster dancing with glass baubles
and glass baubles dancing with light

(welcome to the dance new followers:
abcd, ratu, vie, pedro, jared,
pepe, daniel, braja, chrissy, tsandy,
ron aka t.o. geezer, other ron, and ree)

Thursday, September 22, 2011

she mesmerizes

she tank-ilizes
she struts high-rises
she's twin surprises
is it possible there's someone who doesn't know where i've been?

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

how cherished was young winnifred

who died in 1884
at the age of 17.

Monday, September 19, 2011

pebbles from the whetstone brook

turned from terrible weapons of flood
to tossed and polished art

Sunday, September 18, 2011

as narcissus discovered,

sometimes a reflection cannot be denied.

Saturday, September 17, 2011

the line forms

on the left

(out of town for a few days. take care.)

Friday, September 16, 2011

raindrops

on an old-fashioned white rose in mr. brattcat's garden

Thursday, September 15, 2011

come linger a moment beside me.

tilt your head back,
close your eyes.
together we'll eavesdrop on the conversations of crickets.

Wednesday, September 14, 2011

tender petals turn toward the sun

and sing a sweet september song

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

boston twinkles

at night.
even the traffic dazzles small-town eyes.

Monday, September 12, 2011

how weary the mill workers

at the end of their shifts.
how eager to cross the canal and go home.

historic district, turner's falls, massachusetts

Sunday, September 11, 2011

thank you

to all the men and women
who voluntarily step into the frame
when hard work must be done.

Saturday, September 10, 2011

fresh picked peaches

ripe to perfection.
what would you do with them?

Friday, September 9, 2011

the view

through yesterday's mill window
(mb, you are soooo clever)

Thursday, September 8, 2011

what do you see

through the window of this abandoned mill?

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

after a week of sun-blissed weather

it's raining
again
in brattleboro

Tuesday, September 6, 2011

at the green mountain orchard in putney

despite the lateness of the season,
blueberries still offer their purple globes of sweetness
to the intrepid picker

Monday, September 5, 2011

even with so much flattened by water

the grass
and the clouds
and our spirits
rise

Sunday, September 4, 2011

a river runs through it

river road, putney, vermont
august 29, 2011

Saturday, September 3, 2011

Friday, September 2, 2011

swollen river

thundering falls

(east putney falls road,
three days ago)

Thursday, September 1, 2011