
i envy
those who hibernate,
not knowing
winter’s sting–
and to what do they awake?
lilacs in the spring!
–photo by me

i envy
those who hibernate,
not knowing
winter’s sting–
and to what do they awake?
lilacs in the spring!
–photo by me

When a sudden storm appears,
You won’t hear me complain,
For in these final, golden years,
I’ve learned to love the rain
–Photo by me

heaven is a place
of earthly greens and blues–
a beach without a trace
of the latest breaking news,
for in their frantic pace
of opinionated views,
it seems the human race
has forgotten greens and blues
–photo by me

winter’s dancing winds
spin and frolic out on her
makeshift ballroom floor
–photo by me

there once was a planet from hell
on which spock was marooned for a spell;
there a beast, on a whim,
taught the mind-meld to him–
thus he learned of the nerve-pinch as well
–photo/art/? by me

old age is much like
driving down to the big lake
with rusty brake lines
–photo by me

love is like the sea,
endlessly lapping at
our rocky shores;
in time, it fashions
our sandy beaches
and yet remains
unchanged
–photo by me

They say a lot of things. For example, they say in North Dakota that you can watch your dog run away for two days. Here in Minnesota, they say there’s no summer–only three months of poor sledding.
They also say that the color yellow represents happiness. There are the obvious reasons, of course, like sunshine and such, but I’d like to suggest a deeper connection. You see, we have no receptors in our eyes for yellow; what we’re actually seeing is a certain ratio of red to green. Our brains do the rest.
Your color yellow and mine might not even be the same.
And so the connection between yellow and happiness is this: they can only come from within.
–Photo by me

the simplest patterns
observed in nature betray
her deepest secrets–
from the formation of stars
to the rise of life itself
–photo by me

there’s a rare condition
in the land of snow and ice:
the friendly disposition
known as minnesota nice
it quickens when it’s colder,
and wherever you may go,
it’ll settle on your shoulders
like the softly falling snow,
and all it takes, in fact,
is to visit once or twice,
and you’re likely to contract
a case of minnesota nice
–photo of my daughter, chelsea