winter rain turns bare
bushes into exquisite
crystal chandeliers
–photo by me
Author: michaeljordahl
Retired Miner, loves science, reading, carving, walking, recovering alcoholic
Limerick 23
Don’t drive on the new snow, they said,
So I walked for my safety instead,
But the slippery ground
Spun completely around,
And it walloped me upside the head.
senryu: mouthpiece
you’re the rare part of
the universe that can speak–
don’t embarrass it
wordless wed 1/1/20
–photo by me
Last Shot 12/31/19
I thought I would finish out the year with a shot of one of my diamond willow walking sticks, Caduceus. I love working with diamond willow; its easy to carve and has a mix of beautiful grains. I usually give them away; I like carving as a hobby, not a money-making chore.
Also, I’d like to add this disclaimer concerning any and all resolutions I may foolishly spout circa New Year’s Eve:
The resolutions
I may make
Are unabashedly
All fake;
There’s not a chance
That they will take,
But what the heck–
They’re fun to break!
Happy New Year!!
–Photo by me
tanka: dark light
I once chased the sun
to escape the dark of night–
but I was a fool;
when the dark overtook me,
I finally saw the stars!
–photo by me
shot of the day 12/21/19
combing the beach for a parting shot
–photo by me
Solstice of the Soul
At Christmastime
The sun is near
Its lowest high point
Of the year
And every Christmas
Without you
I’m at my lowest
High point too
–Photo by me
wordless wed 12/18/19
–photo by me
Haibun: At Twenty Below
I’m out for a hike in the woods on this frosty December morning. It’s about twenty below (F) out here, so I’m quite encumbered with layers of clothing. It gives it all a surreal feeling, like I’m walking on the moon.
The snow under my feet makes the same crunching sound as my corn flakes did earlier. My breath freezes instantly on my beard.
I feel sorry for the deer and other animals out here that have to endure this cold for months to come. I know they have winter coats, but so do I, and I’m freezing already!
I crunch my way along, wondering how snakes could possibly survive this.
***
when out in the snow
at twenty below, even
your shadow turns blue
–Photos by me
michaeljordahl 