19 Saturday Oct 2019
Posted in Frogpond, haiku, leaves, nature, paths, poems and photos, Published Poems, trains
19 Saturday Oct 2019
Posted in americana, autumn, close up details, haiku, Ithaca, leaves, nature, paths, poems and photos, trees
Tags
autumn, haiku, little poems, photography, photos, poems, poetry, senryu
dress rehearsal-
i get up
out of bed
19 Saturday Oct 2019
Posted in americana, autumn, close up details, haiku, leaves, nature, poems and photos, sun
Tags
autumn, earth, fallen leaves, haiku, leaves, little poems, mother, photography, photos, poems, poetry, quilts
fallen leaves…
a fresh quilt
for mother
05 Wednesday Dec 2018
Posted in americana, autumn, cemeteries, close up details, haiku, Ithaca, leaves, nature, poems and photos, trees
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cemeteries, haiku, leaves, nature, photography, photos, poetry, trees
alone
with everyone
at the cemetery
13 Tuesday Nov 2018
Posted in autumn, gorges, Ithaca, lakes and rivers, leaves, nature, parks, paths, poems and photos, tanka, trees, waterfalls
09 Tuesday Oct 2018
Posted in autumn, haiku, hills and mountains, leaves, nature, poems and photos, trees
06 Wednesday Jun 2018
Posted in americana, close up details, clouds, dragonflies, flowers, gardens, haiku, Ithaca, leaves, nature, parks, plants, poems and photos, spring
06 Wednesday Jun 2018
Posted in americana, close up details, clouds, flowers, gardens, haiku, Ithaca, landscapes, leaves, nature, paths, plants, poems and photos, spring
19 Thursday Apr 2018
Posted in americana, close up details, Ithaca, leaves, nature, parks, poems and photos, ponds, puddles, reflections, spring, tanka, trees, Wabi Sabi, water reflections, winter
Tags
leaves, nature, photography, photos, poetry, ponds, puddles, reflections, tanka, trees
my wife asks
what it is I want-
there it is, that question
not even I
can answer
23 Tuesday Jan 2018
Posted in americana, close up details, Ithaca, leaves, nature, poems and photos, puddles, reflections, trees, Wabi Sabi, water reflections, winter
Tags
leaves, nature, photography, photos, poetry, puddles, reflections, trees
from Carlos Castanada
All paths
are the same,
leading nowhere.
Therefore, pick
a path with heart!
tom clausen 