Sunday, February 16, 2014

#600: Snow Steps

I woke this morning to a winter wonderland,
peopled by footprints:

A mouse across the top of the picture,
a bunny going this way and that,
and our cat, Fluffy, surveying the scene.
They must not have met, no one seems to have been
in a particular rush.

The Kwanzaa Cherry tree hosts dozens of birds through the day.
Crows, bluejays, cardinals and mourning doves scatter
seed from the dish.

'Little brown jobbies' clean up the scatterings.

This red-bellied woodpecker visited two days ago.
His bright red head is a treasure in all the winter white.

Our garden looks surreal,
like it belongs on Hoth.
Nothing here for the birds to eat.

The bees are doing alright.
You can tell by the melt line under the insulation.
The hive mustn't be opened until it's above 50 degrees.
The workers keep it warm inside by vibrating their wings,
no way could they make up for a temperature drop.
Good for you workers, keep your queen warm!

Apparently they're also sheltering a sparrow.
See the prints going in between the milk crates?
Hang in there, birdie,
 winter won't last forever.

Friday, February 14, 2014

#599: Grey Lady winter

A trip from the Hy-line dock
back towards home:
The artist's studio's red doors, closed for the winter.
Scallop boats wait for the temperature to rise.
Anything under 28 degrees and they can't go out.
There have been quite a few of those days this winter.

Main Street.
In the winter, the buildings are the most colorful part!

Snow frosts the Max Wagner Fountain,
decorated by the Garden Club, even in winter.

Architecture shines in the off-season.
Nice to see Main Street so busy.
I stopped in to Nantucket Pharmacy
to buy some Russell Stover Pectin Jelly Beans.
They're my reward for finishing my taxes.
Aren't you glad taxes are due in the off-season?

The signs point to Siasconset bike path,
Polpis-Wauwinet and Surfside bike path.
Not a lot of bicyclists this time of year.
But the ones we have are in excellent shape.

New shingles on Orange Street,
as soon as the summer folk leave,
the carpenters swoop in.
We've just got a roof replaced by Russell Simpson, Inc.
Beautiful job, and no more water running 
down the stairwell in a storm.

Ghostly trees, reaching for an invisible sun.

Which is on my work table.
My friend, Nancy, sent me a box of ties to do a stool.
Thanks, Nancy!
No reason to shirk color inside,
it makes up for the greyness outside.
I'll show you the stool when I'm done.

Tuesday, February 4, 2014

#598: A Tale of Two Thieves

Beautiful, aren't they?
Seagulls, stoically braving the storm.

Only they aren't.
This guy and his partner in crime 
are scoping out their mark.

Chris, a scalloper, bringing in his catch.
He's been out in the cold, choppy harbor working all morning.
They've been waiting...

This one's younger, but also vigilant.
No tourists to snatch sandwiches from in February.

Only scallopers and their catch.
Smart scallopers.
Chris took off his oilskin and covered
 the full crates on the dock,
then brought them one by one to his truck.

Foiled again.
Back to the beach you two,
do your own fishing.

Sunday, February 2, 2014

#597: Sermon Haiku #44: Luke 4:1-13

Fighting temptation
Prepare for battle: armor
first, then grab my sword.
(So, my particular temptation is sloth,
hence the bike, now you know)

Resist the devil:
He's the enemy of my soul
Not George with a pup

I'm vulnerable
Mostly when I think I'm not.
Be alert, be wary.

Holy Spirit filled
God himself empowers me
I fight in His strength.

Devil's repertoire:
'You can handle this alone.'
'God abandoned you.'

Google the Scriptures:
Listen: 'I am with you always.'
God's word sets me straight.

Set free by the truth:
My name, written on His heart.
This world can't compare.
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