
late summer’s palette
green is almost all used up–
plenty of purple
–photo by me

late summer’s palette
green is almost all used up–
plenty of purple
–photo by me

A self conscious frog known as Clyde
Had never once seen his backside,
So he asked his mate Clare,
“How’s my camo back there?”
“I think it’s spot on,” she replied.
–photo by me

Sunflowers
Have powers
That I
Can’t resist;
They coax me
To smile–
In fact,
They insist.
–photo by me




–photos by me

an
oddly
lanky crane
was often teased
by the shorter birds;
they called him ichabod,
stilts, or a walking beanpole,
but with a wingspan of six feet
and a pair of laughably long legs,
he rose above it and took it in stride
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–photos by me

she peers into my home at night
to help me with the poems i write
her moonbeams shine on the page
thus, together, we engage
when i see them thru her eyes
chances are that i’ll revise
she peers into my home at night
to help me with the poems i write

combine
massive, green
devouring, chomping, spewing
ezekiel’s vision of god
harvester
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–photos by me
“Toss it. We won’t need it.”

cotton candy clouds
float into my daydream,
as soft as goose down
and as sweet as the sugar
from which they were spun;
my weary mind is caressed
by their feathery fingers
of soothing pastel pinks
and hues of denim blues.
i feel like a fluffy kitten
in a cashmere sweater;
everything in my world
is just as it should be–
i love to daydream!
–photo by me

our personal
spiritual journey
isn’t about getting there;
it’s not even about
the journey itself–
it’s about realizing that
we’re already there
–photo by me