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Some things just make me smile...

Strange

After days of rain the sky cleared and some surprising creatures turned up...



I have never seen a dragonfly in November before...

Red rose on a rainy day

On my way from work I took a slightly different route and came across this...

An unexpected buzz

A grey early November day, another one too warm for the time of year. The rain, falling much of the morning, has ceased. I return to the office from a walk by the river - a substitute for a lunch break and an opportunity to clear my head from the work-related stress. As I reassume position at my desk and unlock the computer to check the emails, I hear a buzzing sound and sense a movement in the air close to my head. I look around, perplexed - after all, it's November, and that is no time for insects to disturb the air, for heaven's sake - and there it is: an agitated wasp buzzing all around the office, looking for who knows what. It appears to be examining my left elbow, then moves around to my right ear while I try not to move a muscle (go away, you silly insect, I don't want to hurt you but if you sting me, I'll be sore but you'll be dead!), then I feel it buzzing at my left side again before it moves on. I see a colleague swatting at it a few moments later, with no damage done to either of them. The insect makes another tour of the office, then disappears as mysteriously as it has appeared.

Oh my!

I didn't intend to post this but...

First, thank you guys for your kind comments on my last post. I must say, though, the text was never really intended to be a poem, it was just a few words thrown in at random to match the photo.

Now I have to ask you this: do you really think the pitiful drivel posted there passes as poetry? And please be honest. I can stand constructive criticism better than flattery.

If the answer is yes, there are two possibilities: either I greatly underestimate my abilities or the standard of poetry posted on the web is alarmingly low. I am inclined towards the latter although I know there are a few golden nuggets hidden in the interweb mud. And not to confuse things, I am speaking strictly of poetry here.

One more thing I want to add to get my point across: I do practice one particular form of poetry, the shortest and perhaps the most controversial (some might even argue it is not poetry at all), and I know I am good at it. Publications in on line journals and a few awards go to prove it. But haiku is not the subject of this blog so you will probably never see it posted here. Occasionally, however, some random words thrown in in a desultory fashion may appear here. But is that poetry? You decide.

'Tis the season

large leaves
small leaves
broad leaves
narrow leaves
smooth leaves
serrated leaves
green leaves
coloured leaves
no matter the size
no matter the colour
no matter the shape
they all come to an end
they fall from the tree
cover the ground
slowly disintegrate
to provide nutrients
for another generation
of leaves

Shady

At this time of year the sun is relatively low above the horizon and the valleys crested deep among the mountains get little sunshine if any at all. But the surrounding slopes offer some nice views.