Eyes walk

Autumn colours

on the golf course

in the wood

on its skirts

and everywhere

my eyes were walking.

 

In the Wood

You look at what's happening last night in Sweden*.
Sweden! Who would believe this? Sweden!
We got to keep our woods trump-free.

* A wooden moose got the attention of a lovesick moose bull. It all happened in 79 year old Ove Lindqvist’s garden in Byske outside Skellefteå, northern Sweden. ”I thought it was going to start a fight, instead it humped the wooden moose thrice”, he said. [Afdonbladet]

In the wood

To visit this wood
one does need no green card, yet;
even in winter.

My Walden . . .

Where I used to walk

as long as my legs let me.

I am still grateful.

From the Archive

Only the early . . .