Day 1960, breeze. Daily picture, Haiku, Poetry A brown furry bee luring nectar and pollen not lost in the breeze
Day 1959, distant. Daily picture, Haiku, Poetry The distant flowers behind you in morning light a painted being
Day 1956, leap. Daily picture, Poetry You weren’t sure if the ground you were standing on could support your leap of desperation ~ to the mountain you see hiding still in the mist
1955, grey. Daily picture, Poetry The sun was gone today so I had to look harder for you today ~ I found you hiding where the colors are grey you lost them again
Day 1954, just around the corner. Daily picture, Poetry Did you see my shadow I like to play hide and seek with it ~ I like to do that when I am not alone
Day 1952, when. Daily picture, Poetry When I look at nature when the air feels like the rain that darkens the horizon and all the noise fades when nature brings me silence ~ I sometimes
Day 1951, clinging. Daily picture, Poetry On my way to nowhere I landed on this structure you build in the moonlight ~ I don’t even know when
Day 1950, their world. Daily picture, Poetry Did you know that there is a whole other world going on in the garden
Day 1948, for no other reason… Daily picture, Poetry Around every corner I smell a new surprise the same an adventure a land a place ~ to bee Continue reading →
Day 1947, it seems. Daily picture, Poetry If there is so little depth in what you see and do ~ it all seems to… Continue reading →
Day 1946, getting undressed. Daily picture, Poetry I saw the flowers today parading their beauty opening up ~ like the dresses I see getting shorter when the sun gets higher Continue reading →
Day 1945, floated. Daily picture, Poetry there where so many seeds that floated through the air last summer ~ and still I am happy that you landed not so far from me Continue reading →
Day 1944, open. Daily picture, Poetry When you walk through new streets are the stones that carry you there to bring you to where you want ~ or where you don’t want Continue reading →
Day 1943, mark. Daily picture, Poetry I aim at you is it because I can’t take my eye of you ~ because you hypnotize me or myself Continue reading →
Day 1942, can’t Daily picture, Poetry The picture I have of you have all the lines come together somewhere I can’t see ~ but I know when I meet you it is all there ~ where I can’t see Continue reading →