Archive for the Spring Category
Episode R1.2 – Birds
Posted in Autumn, Birds, Podcast, Reflections, Spring, Summer, winter on June 7, 2022 by blglickEpisode M1.2 – Birds
Posted in Autumn, Birds, Meditation, Podcast, Spring, Summer, winter on May 17, 2022 by blglickPosted in LIght, Sky, Spring with tags Casting Light, Sapphire Skies on May 14, 2022 by blglick
The New Leaves of Spring
Green, Yes, But More, Casting Light
Into Sapphire Skies
Episode R1.1 – Winter Into Spring
Posted in Podcast, Reflections, Spring, winter with tags Meditations on the Change of Seasons on April 26, 2022 by blglickEpisode M1.1 – Winter Into Spring
Posted in Meditation, Podcast, Spring, winter with tags Meditations on the Change of Seasons on April 7, 2022 by blglickPosted in Snow, Spring, sunlight, Trees with tags Knife Sharp Sunlight on March 29, 2022 by blglick
Early Spring After
The Snow Melts, Knife Sharp Sunlight,
Wind Blown, Bare Limbed Trees
Posted in Rain, Snow, Spring, winter with tags Contemplating Spring, Winter Breathing Slowly on March 19, 2022 by blglick
Desultory March Snow
Winter Breathing Slowly and
Contemplating Spring
Posted in Haiku'd Photographs, landscape, Mountain, Rock, Spring on March 7, 2022 by blglick
One Granite Boulder
A Memory of Mountains
Out on the Prairie
A Memory of Mountains
Out on the Prairie
Posted in Haiku'd Photographs, landscape, Mountain, Spring, With Michele Gast with tags A Green Spring Joy, Blue White Repose on December 6, 2021 by blglick
The Mountain Meadow
A Green, Spring Joy Beneath Slopes
In Blue White Repose
A Green, Spring Joy Beneath Slopes
In Blue White Repose
Posted in Color, Evening, Grass, Spring, Summer with tags As if melting time, spring becomes summer on June 7, 2021 by blglick
Earlie Cat Eats Bugs
On The Front Porch, New Grasses
Settle Into Pots
Evening Colors Stretch
Across the Sky, Lingering,
As if Melting Time
Spring Becomes Summer
Brushing Our Senses Gently
As a Lover’s Touch
On The Front Porch, New Grasses
Settle Into Pots
Evening Colors Stretch
Across the Sky, Lingering,
As if Melting Time
Spring Becomes Summer
Brushing Our Senses Gently
As a Lover’s Touch
A Year in Haiku 