Sorry I haven’t been posting, but the hands on life’s clock have been spinning out of control for me lately. Not that anything drastic has happened; I’m just playing catch up around home after long hours of working on someone else’s book, and then my own.
Seasons of Goldwas published for a few hours March 29th, until I got a good look at it online and saw that the images I included were messing up the book. Looked okay in the Previewer, but it wasn’t! So over the past week I’ve redone the whole thing and uploaded it to Kindle; the file looks good so I’ve just hit PUBLISH. Feels good!
daily kaleidoscope constant shifting of patterns keeps me spinning
Sadly, I’m can’t see myself finding the time to keep up with this blog, so for this spring and summer season I’m going to have WordPress beam this site over to my main one, Christine’s Collection, and publish all my haiku poems there. If you aren’t already visiting and/or following to that blog, I do hope you will.
mine steam creeps
like a grey caterpillar
across the sky
(Driving to the city yesterday we passed two potash mines pouring out steam. At -20 C this steam quickly freezes into a billowy white trail, and a high pressure system keeps this in a long white line close to the earth. Seeing this made me think of a caterpillar. 🙂 )
sitting down to hear
myself discussed in detail
by the yellow-throats*
*small bright yellow warblers with black masks, lively and very curious
An experience I had one day on a trail through the woods. Dozens gathered on the nearby shrubs to analyze and comment on some aspect of me. 🙂