blossom

we walked past a hedge of may

disturbing a pigeon

hiding in white blossom

feathers set a storm of petals

floating gently down

swirling around us

like snowy confetti

alighting in our hair

to be discovered later

with a smile

purple

..is there anything more happy than a pansy?..

different but the same

my view march last year

my view march this morning

sun

early

trees

nature

wildlife

black dog

walks

by

my

side

some things are the same

many are not

up

down

life

.

.

.

..

is never

dull

.

x

rust,lichen and the black dog

decades ago a man taught me to use my eyes
nature never disappoints
trees stand like rusting iron
posturing at times like dancers
lichen hangs tight curling in the wood scented air
musty with pine and mud
while a black dogs nose works over time
the birds have lots to discuss

we are here

....the sunshine proves

that we are not invisible

we have not faded into the grey...

of these leaden steel days..

we are real..we do exist.

journey

there is an ethereal beauty

in the dried seed heads

as beneath them

the shoots of spring

start the journey