No one to visit me
but this familiar stranger
with nothing to eat.
Posted in Haiku 2015, Photographs, Poems 2015, Ranch Journal
Tagged Dry Creek, roadrunner, roadrunner nest
Posted in Haiku 2015, Photographs, Poems 2015, Ranch Journal
Tagged Dry Creek, roadrunner
In the branding pen,
the steady dance of old hands
celebrating spring.
Weekly Photo Challenge: Motion
Posted in Haiku 2015, Photographs, Poems 2015, Ranch Journal
Tagged branding, Greasy Creek, weekly-photo-challenge
Posted in Haiku 2015, Photographs, Poems 2015, Ranch Journal
Tagged Wild Cucumber, wildflowers
Posted in Haiku 2015, Photographs, Poems 2015, Ranch Journal
Tagged Echinopsis oxygona, flower-friday
If we measured life
in moons misused and wasted,
how many left full?
And as the moon rises he sits by his fire
Thinking about women and glasses of beer
And closing his eyes as the dogies retire
He sings out a song which is soft but it’s clear
As if maybe someone could hear…
– James Taylor (“Sweet Baby James”)
Dawn’s soft light steaming,
rain’s last embrace still clinging,
love spent overnight.
Posted in Haiku 2015, Photographs, Poems 2015
Tagged dawn, Drought, Dry Creek, rain, weather, weekly-photo-challenge
When the angel’s touch
spills with long-stemmed purple blooms,
no room for deceit.
Posted in Haiku 2015, Photographs, Poems 2015
Tagged Dry Creek, flower-friday, haiku, Ithuriel's Spear, photographs, poetry, Triteleia laxa, wildflowers
We jump into spring
without looking or thinking,
craving wild nectar.
Posted in Haiku 2015, Photographs, Poems 2015, Ranch Journal
Tagged Dry Creek, haiku, Ithuriel's Spear, photographs, poetry, Triteleia laxa, wildflowers