Time circles into itself in an infinite loop of circles and we continue to mark time in human terms even as the universe laughs.

New year, old year, future, past, present, circles in and out.

The photo with the camels: the desert in Southern Israel where kids are riding camels in the middle of winter. (our son among them)

The Colorado photo: I took from our log cabin on the Animas River in Durango, Colorado, when the fall leaves bloomed.  (That was once upon a l-o-n-g time ago…)

Note the extremes of landscape, the yin and yang, the extremes, the opposites.

I wish you all a year of joyful colors and interesting events.

 

I wrote some haiku in 2014.  “Daily haiku” published some of my myriad scribblings.

Here’s a sampling for your perusal:  (haiku does not have to stay within strict syllables anymore…that is, haiku according to Kaye)

1.

years later—

she polishes the silver

with his toupee

 

2.

dawn—

the overhead thrashing

of hawks’ wings

 

3.

hawks in flight—

shadows cross

the midday sun

 

4.

our camp-fire flames

lick the wings

of fireflies

 

5.

on the underbelly

of the falcon—

the dawn’s pink light

 

6.

city at dawn—

a cacophony

of voices

 

7.

in the blackness of night—

the sweet perfume

of winter camellia

 

8.

statuesque—

the old dog sniffs

the springtime breeze

 

9.

on my path—

a bleeding frog

eyes the vulture

 

10.

frost on the grass—

the old dog tiptoes

across

 

11.

mid-winter log fires—

the sweet smoky scent

of home

 

12.

meditation—

searching the darkness

for nothing