tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87273540347563804952012-02-13T15:03:01.052-08:00fdlospallutohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15956018721147491032noreply@blogger.comBlogger371100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727354034756380495.post-19986709329842514832012-01-27T22:39:00.000-08:002012-01-31T20:04:28.225-08:00what we become at a moment <div>soon </div><div>cold and clear<div><br /></div><div>all dogs wayward</div><div>all nights starry</div><div><br /></div><div>breakers pound the beach</div><div>but</div><div><br /></div><div>who listens</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727354034756380495-1998670932984251483?l=dogbirdpoem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>fdlospallutohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15956018721147491032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727354034756380495.post-82973589928478023002012-01-10T09:14:00.000-08:002012-01-10T09:18:03.752-08:00weak winter sun<div>warm for january</div><div>outside</div><div>brown creepers three</div><div>work the trees</div><div>the door </div><div>open</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727354034756380495-8297358992847802300?l=dogbirdpoem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>fdlospallutohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15956018721147491032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727354034756380495.post-84528686506690224162011-09-22T17:31:00.000-07:002011-09-22T17:33:19.013-07:00<div>at the edge of the field</div><div>as the dew dries</div><div>and the moon sets</div><div>the workers sharpen their knives</div><div>in silence</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727354034756380495-8452868650669022416?l=dogbirdpoem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>fdlospallutohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15956018721147491032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727354034756380495.post-39696919731623227302011-08-11T10:06:00.000-07:002011-09-22T17:41:22.277-07:00<div>at the end</div>a rearrangement<div> a finding </div><div>pursued by large animals in a dream</div><div> what the rest is</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727354034756380495-3969691973162322730?l=dogbirdpoem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>fdlospallutohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15956018721147491032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727354034756380495.post-68675488390811687842011-04-16T17:58:00.000-07:002011-09-22T17:39:36.951-07:00the breath of the world <div>circular<div>the breath </div><div>of the word</div><div>glass</div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div>full of glass</div><div>my lungs bleed</div><div>and my heart </div><div>7000 pieces</div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727354034756380495-6867548839081168784?l=dogbirdpoem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>fdlospallutohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15956018721147491032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727354034756380495.post-57341895963588230442011-03-31T18:14:00.000-07:002011-03-31T18:21:50.087-07:00<div>riding the world of endless war</div><div>rowing</div>ravens rise <div><br /></div><div>two above the median</div><div>of our addiction</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727354034756380495-5734189596358823044?l=dogbirdpoem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>fdlospallutohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15956018721147491032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727354034756380495.post-25031214082841818212011-02-17T10:34:00.000-08:002011-02-17T10:47:39.059-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hS0LfdCtS1Q/TV1s6xFRWXI/AAAAAAAAANg/Ck-OAEQF3Dc/s1600/_054_%2Bcopy.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 195px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hS0LfdCtS1Q/TV1s6xFRWXI/AAAAAAAAANg/Ck-OAEQF3Dc/s320/_054_%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574731670618200434" /></a><br />working with Barbara M. on her American Dipper project on Ashland Cr. <div><br /></div><div><a href="https://sites.google.com/site/lithiadipperwatch/">https://sites.google.com/site/lithiadipperwatch/</a></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727354034756380495-2503121408284181821?l=dogbirdpoem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>fdlospallutohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15956018721147491032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727354034756380495.post-55555718108872349522010-12-31T18:11:00.000-08:002010-12-31T19:35:59.742-08:00another year of slips and <div>slides</div><div>nothing so black and white</div><div>only the dog </div><div>and the sky </div><div>a thin shell of blue</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727354034756380495-5555571810887234952?l=dogbirdpoem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>fdlospallutohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15956018721147491032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727354034756380495.post-59798464446480229242010-11-17T21:36:00.000-08:002010-11-17T21:44:11.872-08:00i am wrapping the package<div>yesterday's dream and today's</div><div>the steely gray phase</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727354034756380495-5979846444648022924?l=dogbirdpoem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>fdlospallutohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15956018721147491032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727354034756380495.post-15856167260158424002010-04-17T20:28:00.000-07:002010-04-18T20:14:55.581-07:00three deer and an owl<div>under a young moon</div><div><br /></div><div>the owl flushes </div><div>near</div><div>then the deer</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727354034756380495-1585616726015842400?l=dogbirdpoem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>fdlospallutohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15956018721147491032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727354034756380495.post-38249193095765621422010-04-05T09:50:00.000-07:002010-04-05T10:01:13.547-07:00<div>snow veils the trees</div><div>a Douglas squirrel digs in the snow</div><div>beneath the feeder</div><div> (home movie for the dog</div><div>who sits quietly watching</div><div><br /></div><div>juncos join the excavation</div><div><br /></div><div>and later on a walk </div><div>up the road</div><div>a winter wren greeting</div><div> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727354034756380495-3824919309576562142?l=dogbirdpoem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>fdlospallutohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15956018721147491032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727354034756380495.post-33041315255656347702010-03-12T11:07:00.000-08:002010-03-12T12:00:32.646-08:00here it is snowing again<div>and the creek runs low</div><div>the footstep rocks covered with rime</div><div>waiting in the gray light</div><div>for your calling </div><div><br /></div><div>now the dog and i</div><div>alone</div><div>more careful crossing the creek</div><div>the rocks slick with all those memories</div><div><br /></div><div>the dog growing patient with age</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727354034756380495-3304131525565634770?l=dogbirdpoem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>fdlospallutohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15956018721147491032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727354034756380495.post-8211144632221756522010-02-24T16:57:00.000-08:002010-02-24T17:00:18.110-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zg0M09jLp30/S4XLfclvgsI/AAAAAAAAAIk/HobpNNQ5ufo/s1600-h/_005_+copy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zg0M09jLp30/S4XLfclvgsI/AAAAAAAAAIk/HobpNNQ5ufo/s320/_005_+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441979465857991362" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727354034756380495-821114463222175652?l=dogbirdpoem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>fdlospallutohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15956018721147491032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727354034756380495.post-91974624588730291122010-02-23T19:43:00.000-08:002010-02-23T20:39:56.291-08:00thin soup of morning <div>white oak mistletoe silhouette</div><div>the curve of old wagon roads</div><div>and before </div><div>the seasonal stepping of families</div><div>mountain to valley </div><div>and back</div><div>and back</div><div><br /></div><div>thin soup of morning</div><div>a gelding clomps along the road</div><div>free from fences</div><div> the pecking order of </div><div>muddy pasture</div><div><br /></div><div>a yellow first student bus </div><div>blinks down the road</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727354034756380495-9197462458873029112?l=dogbirdpoem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>fdlospallutohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15956018721147491032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727354034756380495.post-88529003412638113102010-02-09T21:27:00.000-08:002010-02-09T21:38:39.572-08:00Heard a Northern Saw-whet Owl tooting around the yurt this evening.<div>Exciting as it is an early signal of all the spring singing to come!</div><div>check out more about these guys here:</div><div><a href="http://www.allaboutbirds.org/guide/Northern_Saw-whet_Owl/id">http://www.allaboutbirds.org/guide/Northern_Saw-whet_Owl/id</a></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727354034756380495-8852900341263811310?l=dogbirdpoem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>fdlospallutohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15956018721147491032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727354034756380495.post-90608464481336801792010-02-02T18:41:00.000-08:002010-02-02T18:47:19.228-08:00drops<div>the snowmelt</div><div>on fir</div><div>drops</div><div>on cedar drops</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>or pinedrops</div><div>the word drops on the word</div><div><br /></div><div>water under the...</div><div>drops</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727354034756380495-9060846448133680179?l=dogbirdpoem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>fdlospallutohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15956018721147491032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727354034756380495.post-38272631977405500862010-02-02T17:32:00.000-08:002010-02-02T17:35:24.858-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zg0M09jLp30/S2jSpAEUnlI/AAAAAAAAAIM/385XimthvZ4/s1600-h/_025_.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 192px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zg0M09jLp30/S2jSpAEUnlI/AAAAAAAAAIM/385XimthvZ4/s320/_025_.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433824552257101394" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727354034756380495-3827263197740550086?l=dogbirdpoem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>fdlospallutohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15956018721147491032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727354034756380495.post-23028611398584950592010-02-01T13:29:00.000-08:002010-02-01T22:33:01.428-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zg0M09jLp30/S2dIl9w2rHI/AAAAAAAAAH0/ajssUMMiiEI/s1600-h/_014_.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zg0M09jLp30/S2dIl9w2rHI/AAAAAAAAAH0/ajssUMMiiEI/s200/_014_.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433391292517624946" /></a> it's a party!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zg0M09jLp30/S2dIlb9B30I/AAAAAAAAAHs/FDSXDhkfVsY/s1600-h/_011_.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zg0M09jLp30/S2dIlb9B30I/AAAAAAAAAHs/FDSXDhkfVsY/s200/_011_.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433391283441884994" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727354034756380495-2302861139858495059?l=dogbirdpoem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>fdlospallutohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15956018721147491032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727354034756380495.post-27999338840818525552010-01-29T21:22:00.001-08:002010-01-29T21:26:38.556-08:00hawkwatch in the Klamath Basin<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zg0M09jLp30/S2PCdDTOgpI/AAAAAAAAAHk/oD7Le7rSxEE/s1600-h/_030_.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zg0M09jLp30/S2PCdDTOgpI/AAAAAAAAAHk/oD7Le7rSxEE/s200/_030_.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432399379896894098" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727354034756380495-2799933884081852555?l=dogbirdpoem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>fdlospallutohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15956018721147491032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727354034756380495.post-86747760864457193452010-01-29T05:54:00.000-08:002010-01-29T07:43:17.504-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zg0M09jLp30/S2Lo1BHrK9I/AAAAAAAAAHc/kEtKKBV50Wg/s1600-h/_002_a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 171px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zg0M09jLp30/S2Lo1BHrK9I/AAAAAAAAAHc/kEtKKBV50Wg/s200/_002_a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432160098093575122" /></a><div>every poem a naming</div><div>the essence of language </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727354034756380495-8674776086445719345?l=dogbirdpoem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>fdlospallutohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15956018721147491032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727354034756380495.post-3555596137134255342010-01-28T17:34:00.000-08:002010-01-28T18:01:58.988-08:00a flock of Evening Grosbeaks overhead late this morning<div>later Chloe and i head down to the lake for a walk</div><div>wind</div><div>Fox Sparrow chack-call</div><div>Anna's Hummingbird display</div><div>Northern Harrier and White-tailed Kite tangle</div><div>wind on the way back</div><div>two Red-tails blown about </div><div>Oak Titmice in the roses</div><div>Acorn Woodpeckers across the road </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727354034756380495-355559613713425534?l=dogbirdpoem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>fdlospallutohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15956018721147491032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727354034756380495.post-11888952944448962002010-01-24T14:07:00.000-08:002010-01-24T14:12:26.197-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zg0M09jLp30/S1zFN_EYRyI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/xZIJVFfbBsM/s1600-h/_003_+copy.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 194px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zg0M09jLp30/S1zFN_EYRyI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/xZIJVFfbBsM/s320/_003_+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430432094760748834" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727354034756380495-1188895294444896200?l=dogbirdpoem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>fdlospallutohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15956018721147491032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727354034756380495.post-72765674020171435812010-01-21T20:38:00.000-08:002010-01-21T21:25:17.144-08:00<div>(with apologies to blv)</div><div> </div><div><br /></div>Ravens and Crows<div>they're so smart </div><div>Ravens and Crows </div><div>they're so smart</div><div>Ravens and Crows</div><div><br /></div><div>they use tools,</div><div>too! </div><div>Ravens and Crows!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727354034756380495-7276567402017143581?l=dogbirdpoem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>fdlospallutohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15956018721147491032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727354034756380495.post-4889247637591734582010-01-20T20:00:00.000-08:002010-01-20T21:48:32.665-08:00William Stafford( Jan.17,1914-Aug.28,1993)<div>Oregon poet, teacher, pacifist and mentor to many</div><div>lucky to have taken a class from him long ago</div><div> </div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>Yes</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>It could happen any time, tornado,</i></div><div><i>earthquake, Armageddon. It could happen.</i></div><div><i>Or sunshine, love, salvation.</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>It could , you know. That's why we wake</i></div><div><i>and look out- no guarantees</i></div><div><i>in this life.</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>But some bonuses, like morning,</i></div><div><i>like right now, like noon,</i></div><div><i>like evening.</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i> from Passwords (1991)</i></div><div><i> </i></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727354034756380495-488924763759173458?l=dogbirdpoem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>fdlospallutohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15956018721147491032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727354034756380495.post-32632237648830067072010-01-17T23:02:00.000-08:002010-01-17T23:04:23.379-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zg0M09jLp30/S1QHwV7dw2I/AAAAAAAAAFU/hMUogzG7f4o/s1600-h/_075_+copy.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zg0M09jLp30/S1QHwV7dw2I/AAAAAAAAAFU/hMUogzG7f4o/s320/_075_+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427971977989964642" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727354034756380495-3263223764883006707?l=dogbirdpoem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>fdlospallutohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15956018721147491032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727354034756380495.post-81667796214920947542010-01-17T20:57:00.000-08:002010-01-17T20:59:44.076-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zg0M09jLp30/S1Pql4cu8iI/AAAAAAAAAFM/bGlMdNDuRzU/s1600-h/_038_.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zg0M09jLp30/S1Pql4cu8iI/AAAAAAAAAFM/bGlMdNDuRzU/s320/_038_.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427939912440541730" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727354034756380495-8166779621492094754?l=dogbirdpoem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>fdlospallutohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15956018721147491032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727354034756380495.post-73732338101791642062010-01-13T16:59:00.000-08:002010-01-13T17:01:04.351-08:00<a href="http://oregonreview.blogspot.com/2010/01/changing-face-of-natural-history.html#links">The Oregon Review: The Changing Face of Natural History</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727354034756380495-7373233810179164206?l=dogbirdpoem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>fdlospallutohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15956018721147491032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727354034756380495.post-84169047190152819542010-01-13T11:12:00.001-08:002010-01-13T12:40:13.637-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zg0M09jLp30/S04bVeWZtOI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Epd2qonTUAA/s1600-h/_044_a.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zg0M09jLp30/S04bVeWZtOI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Epd2qonTUAA/s320/_044_a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426304656766252258" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727354034756380495-8416904719015281954?l=dogbirdpoem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>fdlospallutohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15956018721147491032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727354034756380495.post-59689541113722568022010-01-13T10:59:00.000-08:002010-01-13T12:41:33.170-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zg0M09jLp30/S04Y1W_V24I/AAAAAAAAAEc/CS3S9d71I2Q/s1600-h/_014_.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zg0M09jLp30/S04Y1W_V24I/AAAAAAAAAEc/CS3S9d71I2Q/s320/_014_.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426301906011413378" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727354034756380495-5968954111372256802?l=dogbirdpoem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>fdlospallutohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15956018721147491032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727354034756380495.post-51140953123484286552010-01-09T14:10:00.000-08:002010-01-09T14:12:41.969-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zg0M09jLp30/S0j_EhFHRxI/AAAAAAAAAEU/o7WbRMJkPiQ/s1600-h/CRLA_DAWN+copy.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zg0M09jLp30/S0j_EhFHRxI/AAAAAAAAAEU/o7WbRMJkPiQ/s320/CRLA_DAWN+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424866204232140562" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727354034756380495-5114095312348428655?l=dogbirdpoem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>fdlospallutohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15956018721147491032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727354034756380495.post-83428095478718517932010-01-08T10:17:00.000-08:002010-01-08T10:22:04.686-08:00yesterday at the edge of the grey cloud mass<div>above the overcut western ridges</div><div>the blue line light of winter</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727354034756380495-8342809547871851793?l=dogbirdpoem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>fdlospallutohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15956018721147491032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727354034756380495.post-48810103982847686212010-01-06T17:38:00.000-08:002010-01-06T17:43:28.120-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zg0M09jLp30/S0U73FBCxXI/AAAAAAAAABQ/HLTwz_JF_Bc/s1600-h/_004_a.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zg0M09jLp30/S0U73FBCxXI/AAAAAAAAABQ/HLTwz_JF_Bc/s200/_004_a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423807143663027570" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727354034756380495-4881010398284768621?l=dogbirdpoem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>fdlospallutohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15956018721147491032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727354034756380495.post-6761683175781998532010-01-06T16:08:00.000-08:002010-01-07T11:51:43.638-08:00<div>the constant fingering </div><div>of scars</div><div> thick and erratic</div><div><br /></div><div>some wounds never heal</div><div><br /></div><div>follow the path to a tree </div><div>watch the brown creeper</div><div>spiral up</div><div>probing the cracks and crevices </div><div>feeding, feeding</div><div><br /></div><div>in the spring</div><div>behind the loose bark</div><div>in the wounds of the tree</div><div>flaking away </div><div>a cup of moss and twigs</div><div><br /></div><div>and it goes on</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727354034756380495-676168317578199853?l=dogbirdpoem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>fdlospallutohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15956018721147491032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727354034756380495.post-64113584245593817852010-01-01T13:00:00.000-08:002010-01-01T13:04:25.328-08:00quiet all morning but<div>for the dripping trees and the sound of traffic</div><div>on the road </div><div>below</div><div><br /></div><div>dee...ddee...dedede</div><div>calling for their sisters and</div><div>brothers,uncles and aunts,mothers and fathers</div><div>my neighbors foraging in the wood</div><div>mountain chickadees </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727354034756380495-6411358424559381785?l=dogbirdpoem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>fdlospallutohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15956018721147491032noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727354034756380495.post-76660212299321395502010-01-01T12:22:00.000-08:002010-01-01T12:37:59.145-08:00It is the readiness of the mind that is wisdom.<div> -Shunryu Suzuki </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727354034756380495-7666021229932139550?l=dogbirdpoem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>fdlospallutohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15956018721147491032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727354034756380495.post-21072193262668998572009-12-31T17:38:00.000-08:002009-12-31T17:46:02.308-08:00above the asphalt<br /><div>buffeted by wind against her will </div><div>a small hawk hovers</div><div><br /></div><div>below</div><div>like some forsaken tribe</div><div>starlings bicker over neglected apples</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727354034756380495-2107219326266899857?l=dogbirdpoem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>fdlospallutohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15956018721147491032noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727354034756380495.post-75426077132463740032009-12-31T14:33:00.000-08:002009-12-31T14:34:32.615-08:00one of them may have been a dream<div>standing under the moon</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8727354034756380495-7542607713246374003?l=dogbirdpoem.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>fdlospallutohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15956018721147491032noreply@blogger.com0