EN ROUTE

En route to the old man who lives in a barn...
three large pink pigs root across a rain-greened meadow
an emu arches its neck to preen its belly feathers
a brown and white llama yawns at me
acorn woodpeckers call to each other from the oaks they tend, ancient specimens clad in moss and lichens

GENTLE RAINS

Creeks rush through town, headed towards the Russian River, and low meadows become wetlands.
A barbershop quartet of frogs performs nightly for my walk from car to front door.

ON THE ROAD

Things seen while driving this morning: three rainbows, three views of the Russian River running swiftly and muddied, three turkey vultures contemplating a small dead thing.

WHEN THE RAIN STOPS

The eaves and trees talk to each other in Morse code

The birds add commentary

RAIN

Before the rain:
A robin sits atop the garden wall like a fat red-bellied Buddha.

Rain:
In the rain
All trees loom
All birds are dark shadows on a field of gray
And only the frogs are singing

MOVIN' ON

I find myself using this blog less often because, of the resources available to me, it is really the most complicated in terms of the use to which I most often put it: sharing links or photos about my life or about health issues or whatever, plus adding some comments to them. 
I have had a blog over at tumblr for a while and it is MUCH more user friendly in terms of that kind of blogging. It is a blog, not a website you have to "join" in order to follow or browse in. 
So I invite you to take a look at it and unless there is something about the format or page you really dislike, start following me there or just check it out whenever it's convenient for you. I'm not going to make this blog go away, but at least for now I will not be adding to it.  
THIS IS THE LINK TO THE BLOG. It's url if you prefer not to click on the link is (CORRECTED DECEMBER 1) http://zanshinart.tumblr.com/