28 August 2019 (moose crossing)

Today’s haiku was co-created by my husband Paul and me while we were driving through Vermont this afternoon.

moose crossing ahead

the first red leaves

of the swamp maple

February 22: Field

Two crows flying

over a snowy field

where once we saw a moose.

Posted with Blogsy

September 14: Moosehead

First maples show red

at the marsh's edge

where this morning a moose passed.

April 29: Bones and blossoms

My husband and I went looking for a some birds today and found a few other things besides. In the woods surrounding Weskeag Marsh, we came across the old bones of what we think must have been a moose--or a very lost (and large) cow. The bones were huge, scattered across both sides of the trail, picked clean by time. Curved bows of ribs, puzzle pieces of vertebrae, leg bones like clubs--such odd objects to come across as the woods come to life: coltsfoot blooming, skunk cabbage unfurling amid the tangle of alders, palm warblers flitting along the marsh's edge.

Amid the old bones
rise again flowers, unfurl
again the green leaves.

Moose boneyard

Skunk Cabbage

Coltsfoot