Archives for the month of: May, 2015

The year’s first fireflies –
Waiting to see in the dark~
A fox cub, staring.

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Memorial Day – 

An anniversary too ~ 

A neighbour’s roses.

  

Mistype a date –

A year, far in the future ~

Will have left by then. 

This year it grows hot –
Read, cook, drink outside, also ~
The first mosquito.

  

Toothpaste for breakfast –

Stomach still awaits first smoke ~

These fourteen long years. 

Even paradise –

Has its ports, its containers ~

Yes, the spice must flow.

(My regards to the people of Freeport and beautiful Grand Bahama, a credit to their friendly and welcoming nation)

  

 

Flotsam and jetsam –

Battered plastic toy rhino ~

Relic of our age. 

 

Sand encrusted boots –
Conversations on the beach ~
Ignoring the waves.

Sand encrusted boots –
Conversations on the beach ~
Ignored by the waves.

Sand encrusted boots –
Conversations on the beach ~
The waves crashing in.

 

The ebb and the flow –

May rain on warm waves, chatting ~

Good conversation. 

 

Seeds drifting through space –

Some copter, captured on ferns ~

Finishing a book.

   
 

  

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