spring gallops, horseless

 they're still making 

tiny collections

there were two of these, 

two days in a row,

two different shoes.

the first one was QUITE a surprise

at 7 a.m.

my foot exited the shoe 

lightning quick, 

glad mousy had gone away.

 i found another rock book

 which is a lot like 

one of the old, big ones

 we're having rain and rain and rain

some of which i drove through

yesterday and today

while i went to syracuse

 and back

twice

in order to get a new computer

 because the old is slowing  

and the spinning wheel of death

made too frequent appearances.

 i completed my sketch book

fixed the mistakes

and will begin to use it.

thanks to tim ely

my mind is playing games

around pictures and ideas and books and

threads.

 while the spring wrestles 

through

 high water and flooding

 create wonderful plays

layers of color

texture

meaning

red osier dogwood

 and then the fence lines

make their arbitrary

deliniations

between space and time

light and darkness.

this changing

leaving a bit more green

after every shower.

reflection(s)

 the crescent moon appeared

 in puddles

 seen through the maze of brush

  the brush and the big trees 

were still 

changing clothes

 and i found someone's mapping

 and remembered that wooly bears track their own stories

with a plan on their backs

telling of the sort of winter we have in store

 this flower is growing in my sugar maple garden,

ok, a tree that the county workers felled

and brought the logs to me

to warm me in a cold winter,

that is, if the wooly bears

share their secrets.

and don't play games.

hey, maybe that grid

is the wooly bear score card!