Remembering Vermont

Green moss, name unknown.
Beauty begs a closer look.
Tiny palm tree tops.

~dkm 104/365

Fall Color in City

Closest I could get
to nature today: tree view
through Piedmont window.

~dkm 103/365

Piedmont Hospital, Atlanta, Georgia

In Her Absence

"No one's been sitting
in my swing," said Mama Bear.
Leaves have collected.

~dkm 102/365

That's No Tennis Ball

Leapt up to racket
from pavement six feet below.
Little gray toady.

Soon jumped down again.
to hop off into the grass.
Must have been frightened.

~dkm 101/365

Jiggety Jig

Hello trees of home.
You're all still green and rustling.
I've missed you, old friends.

With New England trip,
I'll see two autumns this year,
Thank you for waiting.

~dkm 100/365

Home again 

Home again

Inhaling the Mountains

Shalom, Mt.Mansfield.
Never the same, never old.
Till we meet again.

~dkm 99/365

Mt. Mansfield in northern Vermont

Of Stone Walls and Skinny Trees

H&L's  backyard in Vermont

Originally,
Vermont was well forested,
until trees were cleared

to make pasture land
for sheep and dairy cattle.
Late 1800s.

Rocks removed from fields
were stacked as fences to keep
livestock from roaming.

Logging and quarries
became greater industries,
depleting the land.

Not until the mid
1950s was there an
effort to replant.

Pines, birches, maples,
and poplars now rebalance
farms, woods, industry.

Second growth woodlands
explain the thin trunks. Old farms
explain the stone walls.

Rock wall through daughters'
property is probably
(over) a century old.

~dkm 98/365

A Noticing

The tallness of fall,
the narrowness of tree trunks
in these Vermont woods.

~dkm 97/365

The Real Deal

Plump ripe raspberries.
Hand to mouth right off the bush.
A taste of eden.

~dkm 96/365

Eve?

The serpent?

Untended

Gnarled ancient grape vine.
Twisting, growing through tree trunk.
Brute force of nature.

~dkm 95/365

Watsons' Woods, Westmoreland, NH