
the church of the woods
provides its parishioners
with pews of felled pines
–photo by me

the church of the woods
provides its parishioners
with pews of felled pines
–photo by me

bring me an icehouse
a big pick-up truck
an auger and minnows
and plenty of luck
bring me a license
and fishing gear, too
gasoline, propane
and something to do
a six-pack of beer
and food, if you wish–
bring these to me
and i’ll bring you a fish
–photo by me

while the bald eagle
can still have a bad hair day–
the bald man cannot
–photo by me

Snow, snow, go away
Come again on Christmas Day
It looks as though I must delay
My plans to ride my bike today.
Snow, snow, disappear
Come again late in the year
For though I’m trying to persevere
I’ve really had it up to here.
–Photo by me
What is it about snowy old barns that soothes my soul?




–Photos by me

i came out here to be alone
and walk the trail awhile–
instead, a pack of wild deer
threatens to … make me smile
–photo by me

i drive up to my favorite spot
for some serious stargazing,
and as my eyes adjust to the
inky blackness of the night,
i find myself suddenly on
the edge of a rocky crag,
hanging precariously over
a yawning, endless void–
the abyss of nothingness.
i want to cling to the world
for if i should lose my grip,
i might tumble into it;
in time, i know i will.
–photo by me




–photos by me

i was out chopping wood
‘neath a magical moon
when i came face to face
with a bear,
and i was quite sure
to be disemboweled soon–
but the beast stood in place
and just stared.
the moonbeams on my beard
somehow tranquilized him,
and i found i was no
longer scared,
so we went in for tea,
and he sat on my knee
while i read him the tale
of three bears.
–photo by son aaron




–photos by me