…three times… 1.10

…three times…              1.10

there is luck in threes –
majestic hawk returns and
rests in the maple

©JP/dh

long verse here:
Day Three

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Red-tailed_hawk

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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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In Twenty Minutes, Perhaps One Thousand Feet

A haibun:
In Twenty Minutes, Perhaps One Thousand Feet

What once was a tennis court has been recycled into
more parking.An upper level of an open un-green space
catching the sun’s’ rays and a cool breeze. Up closer and
personal with the leaves of the trees;Tulip (or so I think),
an ornamental (non fruiting) cherry, white birch – and the
towering majestic pines guarding the two car ramp entryways.

Birds of feathers I cannot see (yet) sing in the shade. As I
walk off one of the ramps and along a parking lot exit way to
the street – there is a little green space lined with trees…

Around the bend is a sign that reads; “Union City Trail Entry”.
Something to check out – right next to the hotel ~ maybe after
lunch… or tomorrow. As I head back to meet with friends my
eye catches the yellow of a swallowtail as well as a lone duck…
Wild berry plants not yet in bloom line part of an old chain link
fence weighted by its foliage along with weeds and ivy. So very
overgrown they block the water view until the concrete wall rises
with its manicured plantings. Some old willows and other trees
have found a safe harbor – reminding me of home…

timing – adjusting
ready for lunch, you call me
I was halfway back…

c JP/davh

flutter by…

Sedoka pair:
flutter by…

brilliant majestic
butterfly, where were you all
summer season, fading now
that I should spot you
the only one so far to
sup regally – monarch…

on the purple bush
ever fleeting quickly…there,
were you laid upon milkweed
where was your cocoon?
what day did you unfurl wet
wings to dry so you could fly?

©JP/davh

Note: I have seen others, just not in my yard.