Not the Bukowski kind, the Thoreau kind.

Lush leaves and ferns in the crooks of trees
Fat drops of rain tremble from evergreen tips
Ethereal fungus grows overnight from the rich, quiet mulch
and quiet spiders spin strong white cable from pine to pine

Rusty soft pine needles have a sweet smell
My dog stars back at the insouciant squirrel
who's world is this
Certainly not mine alone


Anonymous said…
Those are great pictures, Diane!

I listened to "Conviction" this morning. Sounded as powerful as ever! Hope all is well with you and yours!

Diane said…
"To bathe a cat takes brute force, perseverance, courage of conviction - and a cat. The last ingredient is usually hardest to come by." --Stephen Baker

Happy November Martin!
:) D