Monochrome

Snow-drifted landscape,
A veiled bride pauses outside
White clapboard chapel

Hunter moon

Through barren branches
Trees peer at hunter moon hid
In cloud-camouflage

Three weeks

Happy birthday, Andy

They're small creatures, and they are filling their bodies with sweetness, how could they not moan in happiness? The little worker bee lives, I have read, about three weeks. Is that long? Long enough, I suppose, to understand that life is a blessing. ~Mary Oliver

Three weeks, a lifetime
Of joy, pain, love; taste of these
Blessings? Bittersweet

The amateur

Amateur--lover,
From the Latin--mark me an
Avid dilettante

Cup of tea

Steaming cup of tea,
Translucent green tastes of spring
Outside, brisk fall breeze