1942. peace


tiny buddha 
in an ocean of snow
ever-smiling






“Life is like a mirror. Smile at life and it smiles back at you.” Peace Pilgrim




1941. icy-hot!


icy fireball
lighting up the morning sky—
luv that sun!




I recently read a critique stating that too little is said about the morning sun, with poet after poet giving attention to the setting sun. I just wanted to say, I don’t feel at all ho-hum about the morning sun—It’s the greatest!😘



 

1940. the view from here


a patch of red
in a small corner of the view
removing my gloves


 


When life appears buried in bone-chilling ice, if you stay out in the cold air long enough to look around, you’ll find a spot of bright red to warm your day.