04 Tuesday Aug 2015
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beauty, design, display, fields, Finger Lakes, flowers, forgiveness, haiku, Ithaca, New York, photography, poetry, Queen Anne's Lace, roads, summer, weeds, wildflowers
Queen Anne’s Lace
so many galaxies
within themselves
the welcome
of each blossom
wherever
04 Tuesday Aug 2015
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expanse, fields, Finger Lakes, haiku, hay, hay bales, Ithaca, Mt. Pleasant, New York, photography, poetry, sky, summer
the sky
once again changes
the hay bale
as bleak as it might look
the sky opens above
to show some blue
03 Monday Aug 2015
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art, beauty, Finger Lakes, Ithaca, knots, New York State, now, photography, planks, poetry, red, summer, wabi sabi, weathered, weathering, wood, wood grain, worn
older and older
the strangers saying hello
to me
the way paint
holds on through
hard times
14 Tuesday Jul 2015
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Finger Lakes, forest, fragility, Hammond Hill, hiking, mushrooms, nature, New York State, paths, photography, poetry, summer, tanka, trails, walking, woods
getting away
from it all
to find some distance
from the cost of living
that keeps going up…
‘remember what the dormouse said…
feed your head’
14 Tuesday Jul 2015
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Finger Lakes, food, forests, haiku, Hammond Hill, nature, New York State, paths, photography, poetry, sampling, senryu, summer, sweet, taste, trails
along the path
I stop to sample
from a blueberry patch….
10 Friday Jul 2015
Posted in poems and photos
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creeks, dam, Finger Lakes, haiku, Ithaca, New York State, photography, poetry, reservoir, Six Mile Creek, water waterfalls, whitewater
clean bill of health
water
over the dam
09 Thursday Jul 2015
Posted in poems and photos
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art, Finger Lakes, fleetingness, found art, fragility, haiku, Ithaca, leaves, light, magnification, nature, New York, now, paths, photography, poetry, rain, Six Mile Creek, summer, temporal, trails, zen
another fallen leaf
magnifying my sense
being here now
the rain
keeps falling
on itself
08 Wednesday Jul 2015
Posted in poems and photos
07 Tuesday Jul 2015
Posted in poems and photos
06 Monday Jul 2015
Posted in poems and photos
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art, details, dried art, fields, Finger Lakes, galls, goldenrods, Ithaca, nature, New York State, patterns, photography, poetry, seasons, stalks, summer, tanka, weeds
While planting bulbs
my wife unearths
a childhood cap gun of mine
I hold it
trying to grasp back then
galls…
the very gall
of them!
tom clausen 