*(gs) …enjoying summer 8 (August)

…enjoying summer 8

spotted white wings drift
with the summer wind – zig zag
a curious route

©JP/dh

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pieris_rapae cabbage butterfly

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BE11 October 2016 wp

BE11: Here’s Looking at You…

On a short journey to the back of the yard, I happened to met the groundhog
that lives under my shed. Just about ten feet away – I was walking to the creek –
stopped and looked to my right – and there the animal with ever curious eyes
stayed stock still and looked at me. So I engaged in a one sided conversation.
Basically stating the beauty it possessed, that I meant no harm, and could holes
be dug on the other side of the creek. To prove my courtesy, I kept the distance.
Then turned to walk back home. Relief at the disconnect of human contact, the
groundhog then scurried away into the bramble.

unexpected prize
up close and personal; be
in sync with nature

©JP/dh

Intuition

Whether you call it “a gut feeling,” “flying by the seat of your pants,” or
having spirit guides whisper to you, there is no denying that intuition
should be a part of every decision.

The Breathe Easy Deck by Amy Zerner and Monte Farber
(in no particular order)

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Groundhog

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Just Karma 108 for June 2016 wp

Just Karma 108
winging it
(a haibun)

I check on Mother Robin sometimes she is facing me –
ever protective, yet curious that I visit several times a day,
keeping my distance to her humble abode
tucked in the hedge…perhaps next week she’ll be busy
feeding those soon to hatch chicks.

the goslings have changed from little balls of walking fur to
feathered companions to their parents… usually I see them
early In the morning or sometimes at dusk, I can only guess
at where they wander during the heat of the day – perhaps
safely tucked in some of the tall grasses in the meadow?

so close my steps are
yet so very, very far
from my feathered friends

©JP/dh

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2014 Joy 23

2014 Joy 23

looking through three yards distant to the bend of the creek – a surprise; the
heron I had not seen since spring, even three hundred feet away – still majestic

pi ku

bag flapping?
no –
resting heron

©JP/davh

Note: the heron must have been a tad curious too, because later in the day
he came into my yard (I saw through my window) – maybe looking for me?
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