Juniper

I want to share a little creativity from last September as Maurie and I were still in the early stages of getting to know our new home here in Bend.
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Haiku For a Snowy April Fool’s Day

Scrub jay flits about
Bright blue back in frosted tree
Show’ring snow on me


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(Sorry, no photo of the jays in snowy trees…)

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Visual Poetry – Views from the deck

Just when the snow was just about all gone from the last snow storm, we woke to about two inches this morning.  Here are a few shots taken from our deck this morning. Continue reading

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Windstorm

The screen door bangs
Against the jamb
Startling us

Wind roars
Through the trees
And between houses

Outside the window
The fraying prayer flags
Flutter and snap
Straining on their line

The great pines
Sway and dance
Tops moving
Forward and back

Branches waving
In all directions
As if trying
To maintain balance

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Morning transformation

Dark silhouettes against a field of white-gray
Its midsection spotted with yellow-gold light
As the field lightens and changes
The spots grow and merge
Setting the pine aglow
Golden
Against the morning-blue sky

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October Snow

Softly swirling down
Frosting tree leaves
With delicate white

I imagine children
Daydreaming in class
As I once did
Of snowball fights
At recess

And the snowfall stops
Leaving a light dusting
A tease of things to come

The first snowfall came to Bend this morning.  We sat in the office at home, drinking our tea and coffee, watching the rooftops and our deck become coated in white.  The yard across the alley gradually began to accumulate snow in the grass, as the ground cooled.  At our bird feeders, the birds were busy trying to get as much food as possible.

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Autumn Song of the Metolius

Source of the Metolius River

Source of the Metolius River

I watch under gray skies
As you bust out of the ground
Under dripping green branches
And quickly spread out
Into a wide
Meandering River

Cutting through the
Lush green meadows
Carving your way
Through forests of
Fir and pine

Vine maple flares red
Along your banks
Trout and Kokanee
Leap and feed
Above your rapids
Or rest in eddies
Along your banks

A dipper perches
On a rock watching
Perhaps for a passing meal
Or maybe as awed as I
By the autumn song

The Metolius River spreading out a few hundred yards from its source

The Metolius River spreading out a few hundred yards from its source

Red Vine Maple along the banks of the Metolius

Red Vine Maple along the banks of the Metolius

A Dipper perched on a rock near the bank of the river

A Dipper perched on a rock near the bank of the river

Happy poet on the bridge at Wizard Falls fish hatchery

Happy poet on the bridge at Wizard Falls fish hatchery

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Central Oregon Bound!

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I was writing in my journal yesterday about our upcoming move to Central Oregon.  As I was writing, I got to thinking about how we’ve picked a destination and are working towards moving there.  We didn’t have a lot of details at the time we made the decision, and we’re still working on them.  The idea made me think of the people who packed up their belongings into Conestoga wagons and set out along the Oregon Trail, seeking to create new lives for themselves.  They left with so many details to be worked out, knowing that along the way, they will all fall into place.

After writing, I had this image in my mind and I just had to get it onto paper.

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Sketching at the beach

Maurie and I took to the beach this morning.  We set up the beach umbrella and spread out the picnic blanket so she could sit and relax while I had a bike ride, and then I joined her to take in the sea breeze and sun.

We are savoring these moments all we can before we move to Central Oregon at the end of the month.

After a nice picnic lunch, I broke out my sketch book.

Sketching on the beach

Sketching on the beach

Almost finished

Almost finished

I used to draw sailboats all the time when I was in elementary school and early middle school (when our family had one).  Let’s just  say it’s been quite a long time since the last time I drew one!

The final product

The final product

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Tree Music

I sit in the crook of the trees
Where the maple and the fir diverge
Beneath my branch
You play your flute
A joyous melody rises
From below and surrounds me
Leaves and branches above
Stir in response
Adding soft percussion
To the bright song

Looking out from tree in Schmitz Park

Looking out from tree in Schmitz Park

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