Tag Archives: nature

the heaviness after rain

Posted on June 2, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

creek full to the limit kisses the high stone banks & bleeds into the woods even air is denser, sweeter more sipped than breathed & everything green grown sleek with water saturated from the roots up yesterday’s thirst pale memory … Continue reading →

Posted in New Free Verse | Tagged , , , | 10 Comments

Creek walk haiku: 2 haiku

Posted on May 30, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

dragonfly stalks, skims & hovers over water– delicate hunter *** if light shaped music the sun would chime reflections dancing on water

Posted in haiku, light | Tagged , , , , , , | 12 Comments

Fossil-hunting: Element of surprise

Posted on May 5, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

This is how we hunt for fossils: carefully sifting through creek gravel & loose layered stone at the bank tiny garter snakes no longer than my little finger threaten hands that get too close to their warming-places. That’s all I … Continue reading →

Posted in New Free Verse | Tagged , , | 4 Comments

hidden places

Posted on May 3, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

you find this one walking in the creek itself & turn hard right where the temperature of the water around your ankles drops from warm tadpole soup to chilled lemonade the animals know it & come here to drink; I … Continue reading →

Posted in New Free Verse | Tagged , , , | 3 Comments

meteorology

Posted on April 23, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

late spring snowglazes hyacinthspink to white

Posted in haiku | Tagged , , , | 2 Comments

the raccoon (2 haiku)

Posted on April 20, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

phantom flash of stripe masked bandit stuffs strawberries into laughing mouth paws counterfit hands shaped for stealing tomatoes prints proof he was here

Posted in haiku, micropoetry | Tagged , , , | 2 Comments

Raising tomatoes and Cain–a meditation

Posted on April 19, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

“There is always the temptation in life to diddle around making itsy-bitsy friends and meals and journeys for years on end. It is all so self conscience, so apparently moral…But I won’t have it. The world is wilder than that … Continue reading →

Posted in Annie Dillard, New Free Verse | Tagged , , | 1 Comment