
Shedding vanity,
marking the passing of time—
winter skeletons.

Shedding vanity,
marking the passing of time—
winter skeletons.

At first light of dark,
as waning sun creeping low,
come the moon chasers.
Photo: My friend, Janet Martin, who blogs as Wandering Feet.

Unpredictable,
five hundred shades of surprise—
nature, as humans.

Sneaking from behind,
a kitten in a new house;
sunset moon through trees.

In absence of rush
and raised voices, we notice—
nature shines for all.