the envelope to me
sealed carefully with tape
on every seam
when opened, reveals
absolutely nothing
looking
into it
just to see…
bark by tom clausen
10 Friday Apr 2015
Posted in poems and photos
Tag Archives: spring
mystic waters by tom clausen
10 Friday Apr 2015
Posted in poems and photos
being squirrel by tom clausen
10 Friday Apr 2015
Posted in poems and photos
Tags
Finger Lakes, Ithaca, nature, New York, photography, poetry, spring, squirrels
where I sit
on my usual bench
remains of a nut
squirrel
working on a nut
decides to bury it
snowdrops by tom clausen
10 Friday Apr 2015
Posted in poems and photos
puddle by tom clausen
09 Thursday Apr 2015
Posted in poems and photos
Tags
art, dreams, nature, photography, poetry, puddles, reflections, seeing, spring, surfaces, tanka, trees, vision
she’s not here
to see it
but after breaking the stick
I perfectly fit the broken ends
back together again
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the geese go where
they must go
no mind-
the spring rain drops
bouncing off me
a small puddle
holding
a large tree top
free range by tom clausen
08 Wednesday Apr 2015
Posted in poems and photos
Tags
free range, hunt and peck, nature, pets, photography, poetry, spring
dying light
at the corner of the shed
chickens peck away
free range
hunt and peck joys
all day…
sidewalk by tom clausen
08 Wednesday Apr 2015
Posted in poems and photos
Tags
art, drying, leaves, nature, photography, rain poetry, sidewalks, spring, wet
sidewalk sale-
wind twists a lifetime
guarantee tag
after the rain
the sidewalk begins to dry around
leaves holding their wetness
fenced sky by tom clausen
07 Tuesday Apr 2015
Posted in poems and photos
Tags
fences, patterns, perspective, photography, poetry, sky, spring
long conversation…
through different windows
the sky
screened sky-
in every direction
boundless…
picked clean by tom clausen
07 Tuesday Apr 2015
Posted in poems and photos
Tags
death, deer, fields, nature, photography, poetry, rib cage, scavengers, skeleton, spring
Discovery channel-
an older male vanquished
heads for the hills
picked clean
the end of a winter’s
hard times
red is the color by tom clausen
06 Monday Apr 2015
Posted in poems and photos
Tags
photography, poetry, red, shrubs, spring
winter wreckage-
no card from her
this year
before blossoms
some little red berries
to see…
tom clausen 