the river churns; lit by the mid-day sun -- its foam glows
Sunlit Whitewater [Haiku]
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Category Archives: outdoors
DAILY PHOTO: Jeti-Ögüz Pine Grove
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DAILY PHOTO: Evergreen Trees on the Mountain
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Winter’s Eve [Haiku]
the crunchy snow of a cold winter's eve -- tomorrow's gray slush
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Haunted Forest [Tanka]
trees stand straight in the woods they call "haunted;" all i see are trees, but maybe they're ghost trees and I see nothing at all
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DAILY PHOTO: Kangchenjunga, Two Views
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Himalayan Nettle [Villanelle]
The hardy Himalayan nettle stings. It felt like punching piles of jellyfish. The slightest brush feels like a snapped bowstring. But the balm of time bowstrings quickly bring. The nettle's cure proved far more standoffish. The hardy Himalayan nettle stings. Two days on, the nettle still sent its ping. My hand numb like I'd fondled Fugu fish. That slightest brush felt like a snapped bowstring. I put my useless limb in a web sling. Not really, but it did hurt fiercely-ish. That hardy Himalayan nettle stings. Oh! of such agony Divas do sing. Not really, but it was unpleasant-ish. The slightest brush felt like a snapped bowstring. Stabbed by roadside nettle in Darjeeling is a fate upon no one I would wish. The hardy Himalayan nettle stings. The slightest brush feels like a snapped bowstring.
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Pampas Grass [Haiku]
pampas grass ripples in a slight wind, lulling me to sleep
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The Forest [Free Verse]
A sprout sprouts from the dirt. Above, dead leaves keep the tender leaf cool & moist. Below, worms churn the soil -- churn and aerate. Fungi decompose the lowest leaf layer, turning it into nutrients for the sprout. I'm tapped into all that magic from afar: -creation & destruction, feeding into each other -energy becoming life, life becoming matter, matter that - in turn - becomes energy. If there's a forest, I am the forest. I'm life and energy & death and decomposition... all in due time.
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Mountain through Bamboo [Haiku]
through the bamboo snowcaps catch the morning sun -- what bamboo?
Tiger Riding for Beginners 