Why Mar23 Little brown sparrow, why are you singing spring songs with snow on the ground? Window Mar22 an open window— savoring my first coffee and Basho’s haiku Spring Mar20 on my neighbor’s fence two blackbirds try a new song celebrating spring Mouse Mar19 Last day of winter— a mouse peeks out of the shoe where she keeps her nest. Birdsong Mar18 opening windows on the last day of winter— birdsong stuns the air After Mar16 just after sunrise a death in the nursing home a birth in the woods Hunt Mar8 winter afternoon— in the old stone Buddha’s lap blackbird hunts for seeds If Mar6 if not for blackbird the wind would forget its way over the mountain Shears Mar4 unexpected rain— the Mexican gardener pockets his rose shears Pruning Mar3 unexpected rain— the Mexican gardener keeps pruning roses Post navigation ← Older posts Privacy & Cookies: This site uses cookies. By continuing to use this website, you agree to their use. To find out more, including how to control cookies, see here: Cookie Policy Follow Following Mark M. Redfearn Join 477 other followers Sign me up Already have a WordPress.com account? Log in now. Mark M. Redfearn Customize Follow Following Sign up Log in Report this content View site in Reader Manage subscriptions Collapse this bar Loading Comments... Write a Comment... Email (Required) Name (Required) Website
Window Mar22 an open window— savoring my first coffee and Basho’s haiku Spring Mar20 on my neighbor’s fence two blackbirds try a new song celebrating spring Mouse Mar19 Last day of winter— a mouse peeks out of the shoe where she keeps her nest. Birdsong Mar18 opening windows on the last day of winter— birdsong stuns the air After Mar16 just after sunrise a death in the nursing home a birth in the woods Hunt Mar8 winter afternoon— in the old stone Buddha’s lap blackbird hunts for seeds If Mar6 if not for blackbird the wind would forget its way over the mountain Shears Mar4 unexpected rain— the Mexican gardener pockets his rose shears Pruning Mar3 unexpected rain— the Mexican gardener keeps pruning roses Post navigation ← Older posts Privacy & Cookies: This site uses cookies. By continuing to use this website, you agree to their use. To find out more, including how to control cookies, see here: Cookie Policy Follow Following Mark M. Redfearn Join 477 other followers Sign me up Already have a WordPress.com account? Log in now. Mark M. Redfearn Customize Follow Following Sign up Log in Report this content View site in Reader Manage subscriptions Collapse this bar Loading Comments... Write a Comment... Email (Required) Name (Required) Website
Spring Mar20 on my neighbor’s fence two blackbirds try a new song celebrating spring Mouse Mar19 Last day of winter— a mouse peeks out of the shoe where she keeps her nest. Birdsong Mar18 opening windows on the last day of winter— birdsong stuns the air After Mar16 just after sunrise a death in the nursing home a birth in the woods Hunt Mar8 winter afternoon— in the old stone Buddha’s lap blackbird hunts for seeds If Mar6 if not for blackbird the wind would forget its way over the mountain Shears Mar4 unexpected rain— the Mexican gardener pockets his rose shears Pruning Mar3 unexpected rain— the Mexican gardener keeps pruning roses Post navigation ← Older posts Privacy & Cookies: This site uses cookies. By continuing to use this website, you agree to their use. To find out more, including how to control cookies, see here: Cookie Policy Follow Following Mark M. Redfearn Join 477 other followers Sign me up Already have a WordPress.com account? Log in now. Mark M. Redfearn Customize Follow Following Sign up Log in Report this content View site in Reader Manage subscriptions Collapse this bar Loading Comments... Write a Comment... Email (Required) Name (Required) Website
Mouse Mar19 Last day of winter— a mouse peeks out of the shoe where she keeps her nest. Birdsong Mar18 opening windows on the last day of winter— birdsong stuns the air After Mar16 just after sunrise a death in the nursing home a birth in the woods Hunt Mar8 winter afternoon— in the old stone Buddha’s lap blackbird hunts for seeds If Mar6 if not for blackbird the wind would forget its way over the mountain Shears Mar4 unexpected rain— the Mexican gardener pockets his rose shears Pruning Mar3 unexpected rain— the Mexican gardener keeps pruning roses Post navigation ← Older posts Privacy & Cookies: This site uses cookies. By continuing to use this website, you agree to their use. To find out more, including how to control cookies, see here: Cookie Policy Follow Following Mark M. Redfearn Join 477 other followers Sign me up Already have a WordPress.com account? Log in now. Mark M. Redfearn Customize Follow Following Sign up Log in Report this content View site in Reader Manage subscriptions Collapse this bar Loading Comments... Write a Comment... Email (Required) Name (Required) Website
Birdsong Mar18 opening windows on the last day of winter— birdsong stuns the air After Mar16 just after sunrise a death in the nursing home a birth in the woods Hunt Mar8 winter afternoon— in the old stone Buddha’s lap blackbird hunts for seeds If Mar6 if not for blackbird the wind would forget its way over the mountain Shears Mar4 unexpected rain— the Mexican gardener pockets his rose shears Pruning Mar3 unexpected rain— the Mexican gardener keeps pruning roses Post navigation ← Older posts Privacy & Cookies: This site uses cookies. By continuing to use this website, you agree to their use. To find out more, including how to control cookies, see here: Cookie Policy Follow Following Mark M. Redfearn Join 477 other followers Sign me up Already have a WordPress.com account? Log in now. Mark M. Redfearn Customize Follow Following Sign up Log in Report this content View site in Reader Manage subscriptions Collapse this bar Loading Comments... Write a Comment... Email (Required) Name (Required) Website
After Mar16 just after sunrise a death in the nursing home a birth in the woods Hunt Mar8 winter afternoon— in the old stone Buddha’s lap blackbird hunts for seeds If Mar6 if not for blackbird the wind would forget its way over the mountain Shears Mar4 unexpected rain— the Mexican gardener pockets his rose shears Pruning Mar3 unexpected rain— the Mexican gardener keeps pruning roses Post navigation ← Older posts Privacy & Cookies: This site uses cookies. By continuing to use this website, you agree to their use. To find out more, including how to control cookies, see here: Cookie Policy Follow Following Mark M. Redfearn Join 477 other followers Sign me up Already have a WordPress.com account? Log in now. Mark M. Redfearn Customize Follow Following Sign up Log in Report this content View site in Reader Manage subscriptions Collapse this bar Loading Comments... Write a Comment... Email (Required) Name (Required) Website
Hunt Mar8 winter afternoon— in the old stone Buddha’s lap blackbird hunts for seeds If Mar6 if not for blackbird the wind would forget its way over the mountain Shears Mar4 unexpected rain— the Mexican gardener pockets his rose shears Pruning Mar3 unexpected rain— the Mexican gardener keeps pruning roses Post navigation ← Older posts Privacy & Cookies: This site uses cookies. By continuing to use this website, you agree to their use. To find out more, including how to control cookies, see here: Cookie Policy Follow Following Mark M. Redfearn Join 477 other followers Sign me up Already have a WordPress.com account? Log in now. Mark M. Redfearn Customize Follow Following Sign up Log in Report this content View site in Reader Manage subscriptions Collapse this bar Loading Comments... Write a Comment... Email (Required) Name (Required) Website
If Mar6 if not for blackbird the wind would forget its way over the mountain Shears Mar4 unexpected rain— the Mexican gardener pockets his rose shears Pruning Mar3 unexpected rain— the Mexican gardener keeps pruning roses Post navigation ← Older posts Privacy & Cookies: This site uses cookies. By continuing to use this website, you agree to their use. To find out more, including how to control cookies, see here: Cookie Policy Follow Following Mark M. Redfearn Join 477 other followers Sign me up Already have a WordPress.com account? Log in now. Mark M. Redfearn Customize Follow Following Sign up Log in Report this content View site in Reader Manage subscriptions Collapse this bar Loading Comments... Write a Comment... Email (Required) Name (Required) Website
Shears Mar4 unexpected rain— the Mexican gardener pockets his rose shears Pruning Mar3 unexpected rain— the Mexican gardener keeps pruning roses Post navigation ← Older posts