monday 30 november

The whole question of the date is difficult.

hope mixed with Evening
a blessed absence

It is not simply November.

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This erasure is again from the OED. The word of the day is tartan.

sunday 29 november

wooden bridge
muted
footsteps
(almost) laughter

In honor of the 100th day of this blog, an erasure poem (a form I learned from Jen Bervin at a recent Seattle Center for Book Arts workshop) from today's OED word of the day: mute.

saturday 28 november

a tiny stream
laughing its way
down the hillside

friday 27 november

late november —
under a big blue sky
seeing double

thursday 26 november

Happy Thanksgiving
to family, friends,
followers ... and you lurkers too!

Sketched in the romantically named Park T-107, along the Duwamish River (I'm gonna have to speak with Seattle Parks & Rec...).

wednesday 25 november

along the road
blackberry bushes
have lost their sting

tuesday 24 november

late autumn gold —
framing by mother nature

monday 23 november

wondering if
Calder walked a lot
in late November

sunday 22 november

november creek
sculpting rock

saturday 21 november

under glass —
Shanghai chrysanthemums
with poetry names

Right inside the door of the conservatory were off-white mums with pale rose tips. Their name was translated: cherry blossoms under the silver moonlight

friday 20 november

layered landscape —
november glazed over
october gold

thursday 19 november

if in the silence
you can stand still long enough
the song begins again

wednesday 18 november

under the bridge
a pot of gold —
november maple

tuesday 17 november

dilated eyes
watching the clouds roll in
with profound relief

monday 16 november

cold november wind
the crows fight
to maintain their perch

sunday 15 november

november —
"bad" weather for a walk
is just a label

saturday 14 november

mid-november
bristle brush skyline

friday 13 november

on a dark day
a ray of sunshine stripes
the horizon white

thursday 12 november

per capita
the most sunglasses are sold
in Seattle

wednesday 11 november

young tree's gold leaf
bright against the old snag —
Veteran's Day

tuesday 10 november

"Are there bears in here?"
"Not today," I said.

monday 9 november

rainy day comfort —
funky wooden tables
and a jazz soundtrack

sunday 8 november

sunday afternoon —
a single sailboat leaning
into the storm

saturday 7 november

trembling against
the stormy sky a rainbow
of autumn leaves

friday 6 november

back on standard time
the late afternoon light
is all in the leaves

thursday 5 november

early november
grayed out like
an offline button

wednesday 4 november

play of blue and gold
a byzantine mosaic
the november sky

tuesday 3 november

Election Day —
non-Internet relics
fill the medians

monday 2 november

the forest's out-breath —
a hundred leaves flutter
to the ground

sunday 1 november

Longfellow Creek —
poetry in motion

It's great that there are still natural free flowing creeks in West Seattle. Longfellow meanders three miles and then flows into the Duwamish. The Legacy trail spends a little too much time on streets, but has moments of brilliance including here, near the Dragonfly Pavilion and Fishbone Bridge (both very cool pieces of public art).