December 2015

First full moon on Christmas Day since 1977, clouds breaking a little here and there…

Stars blink in dark gaps.
Full moon rising in the east,
silver-lining clouds.



Watching crows, leaving food for them so that I can sketch them, not as simple as it sounds…

Bold crows hesitate,
reconnoitre carefully,
choose the apt moment.



Sodden leaves everywhere, clogging drains, filling holes, soaking up puddles, deadly…

Layers of wet leaves
carpet, like dark snow, the path.
Cushioning footfall.



A quiet walk in the woods: perfect pheasant camouflage among the fallen leaves puts the heart sideways in me…

Dead leaves come to life,
pheasants explode from Nowhere,
loudly disappear.