Flurry

Glitter in the air:
Snowflakes dancing in the sun?
Or fairies dancing?

Skyline change

Along the highway,
A needle pierces the sky:
Antenna tower.

Frosty morning

Heavy frost descends.
Haloes limn sunlit road signs;
Meadows painted white.

Cornfield in winter

A thin mist, sunlit
Blurs the sharp corn stalk edges.
Soft focus on death.

That Skinks

A flash of movement:
Blue-tailed skink on the concrete,
Pauses — slips away.

Night-night

Softness on softness:
Cherry blossoms fall to sleep
On a bed of moss.

Winter on Planet Georgia

Heavy, wet white flakes,
Turning green pine limbs to white.
Snow swirls on the road.

Duck!

Mallards on patrol,
One December afternoon.
A bored hawk watches.

I literally flushed the hawk out of his perch above the sidewalk. I was paying attention to the ducks, so didn’t see him until he swooped overhead on his way to a safer tree. The ducks didn’t seem to be too worried about the hawk.

Record highs

December warm spell.
And yet the air remembers
Its seasonal chill.

Disappearing Act

A white church steeple,
Its cross nigh invisible
In a winter sky.

Dust, or…

Sparkles in the air,
Dust motes lifted by sunlight —
Or fairies dancing?

Indian Summer

Crickets sing slowly;
Warm November afternoon.
Sky promises rain.

Something more traditional

Cherry blossom scent,
carried on the cool spring wind:
Honeybees swarming.