8 February 2024 (Olduvai Gorge)

A little wordplay from when I was half-awake in the wee hours last night:

Olduvai Gorge

the great rift between us

and our ancestors

7 February 2024 (the new doctor)

the new doctor

doesn’t introduce herself . . .

antiseptic sky

6 February 2024 (tattered)

tattered prayer flags

the supplications

of winter beeches

5 February 2024 (kitchen clatter)

kitchen clatter

porch rails shadow

backyard snow

4 February 2024 (right)

right

where we want them

winter bluebirds

3 February 2024 (winter solitude)

winter solitude . . .

last summer’s hydrangea

tumbleweeds down the street

2 February 2024 (first vulture)

first vulture

or maybe it never left

February thaw

1 February 2024 (the crows)

the crows

call for a caucus

Cooper’s hawk

31 January 2024 (winter storm watch)

winter storm watch

once again the blue jay

knocks off the feeder

30 January 2024 (acting out)

acting out

Frost’s snow poem

four crows

29 January 2024 (a mouthful)

a mouthful

of fresh snow

the owl’s nest hole