Walking on Stoney Ground

Walking on Stoney Ground

Stoney ground makes no difference to Rusty Pups

Who just stream over rocks of every size

I, on the other hand, have started using a hiking stick

to steady me over rough stoney ground.

My stick is just a tree branch but it sees me through.

This piece I thought was finished months ago

but sometimes a piece has more to say

and so I have added to it and renamed it.

Is a piece ever really finished?

Our morning walk beneath heavy laden skies

had the Rusty Pups blending with 

the beautiful rusty marsh grasses

that disappear under the sea at high tide around here.

Surrounded by Works in Progress

Beaver Moon Dreaming

Found a few hours to stitch a few more sticks

into my Beaver damn remembering our Springtime adventures

trying to discourage a family of beautiful Beavers from

moving into our tiny pond

which would have ended up occupying our entire

eight acres had we not persisted 

every morning with dismantling the three dams

they would build every night!

This is how most of my work begins

An encounter with Mother Nature

Something that has affected me deeply

no matter the size or significance.

The Rusty Pups and I walk at the crack of dawn

Just as the day is becoming a work in progress

We walk down a meadow towards the rising Sun

and into woods that I have named the Soggy Bottom Woods.

Beware anyone who doesn't wear 'wellies' along this wet and muddy path!

As we enter the Soggy Bottom Woods

I can look back over my shoulder and catch sight of the moon

as it fades and falls towards the West.

And here's our four legged pair of works in progress
who have recently discovered the bay window in the kitchen
is a perfect place to view all comings and goings.
It is hard to believe they are only seven months old!