Last haiku of year
Sunrise over sandcastle
Outer Banks morning
Reflection on what
has been and what is to come
Here’s to The Wayback
~dkm 52/52
A journal of outdoor observation, written in response to the simple act of paying close attention for an hour a day to the natural sights and sounds of an ordinary backyard in Decatur, Georgia, or wherever my travels take me, with the intention of recording the single most interesting perception of the hour. The challenge has taught me to expect the unexpected!
Last haiku of year
Sunrise over sandcastle
Outer Banks morning
Reflection on what
has been and what is to come
Here’s to The Wayback
~dkm 52/52
Not the goldfinches!
Take the squirrels or chipmunks. Please.
But not my songbirds!
Taking feeders down,
Cooper’s hawk twins of back yard,
until you move on
~dkm 51/52
Bald card'nals again
Due to summer molt or mites?
Both theories abound
Both report no harm
The feathers return come Fall
Still, an oddity
Black head skin, ear holes
Ordinarily unseen
Ugly but cool
-dkm 50/52
Spied crawling on back
of cemetery bench where
my friend and I sat
White-marked tussock moth
caterpillar, infamous
for its stinging hairs
Pity the child who
can't resist carrying her
spectacular find
~dkm 49/52
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Orgyia_leucostigma
Garden plaque arrived
Sally Green Camellia Walk
My younger sister
Beds named in years past
For ancestors, descendants
In my mind alone
A friend said, you should
label your honorary
gardens, so I did
~dkm 48/52