The only consistent writing I've done is at Facebook in the form of Haiku posts. I've gathered some of them here to communicate how I witnessed the seasons of 2015, simple proof that I kept my eyes and heart open last year.
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Muted moon tonight
Hazy ring wide as the dome
Night birds flew through it
Road through rainforest
Sopping air, clouds high and bright
Prisms burst through fog.
Tense ionic air
Zeuss rumbles and cracks - birds still
Wash of sweet rain calms
Sleeps in black velvet
More precious than daytime's gauze
Summer night sublime
Silver Creek whispers:
"Remember, remember when . . ."
I know when is Now
Vast starlight—midnight
Shooting star arcs in delight
Dusts me with insight
Last rays on gold fish
Bird of prey soars with dinner
First/last flight for fish.
Golden spider weaves
Midnight, porchlight, rain falling
Autumn comes softly
Power saw's loud scream
Silent fir's last day of sun
Old-growth thuds on ground
Low frothy white clouds
Tiny star plays hide and seek
My bright deep-space friend
Asleep beside me
Stretches, grunts, long legs twitching
Wild puppy runs free
Tree finally up
Lights purple red green gold white
Sugarplum puppy
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