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