The fog moves on...

The fog moves on...
Carl Sandburg
To understand any living thing, you must, so to say, creep within and feel the beating of its heart.
~ William (W.) MacNeile Dixon
from The Human Situation: The Gifford lectures delivered in the University of Glasgow, 1935-1937 (1937).

Saturday, December 23, 2017

dusky summer twilight...


dusky summer twilight
lone blackbird trills a muffled song

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Friday, December 22, 2017

sleepy summer afternoon


sleepy summer afternoon
a haze of fractured dreams

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Sunday, January 1, 2017

new highways and byways...


new highways and byways
new seas and seasons
may the year be kind



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Saturday, December 31, 2016

panting young mudlark...


panting young mudlark
gratefully sips some water
New Year's eve



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Friday, September 30, 2016

freeways choked...


freeways choked
football final fevers rage
old man tends his plants



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Wednesday, September 28, 2016

day-long bleary light...


day-long bleary light
rain-soaked reality chills
in a twilight limbo



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Saturday, September 17, 2016

cloudy quilted light...


cloudy quilted light
warmth patched
with listless shadows



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Tuesday, September 13, 2016

constant drizzly rain...


constant drizzly rain
recklessly invades
good intentions



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Saturday, September 10, 2016

grey iced winds...


grey iced winds
anxious buds sleep walk
in dreams of spring



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Friday, September 9, 2016

bleak misty spring skies...


bleak misty spring skies
two crimson rosellas
kiss in the rain



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