
to hungry bees,
flowers like these
are as big as trees–
more nectar, please,
it’s the bees knees
–photo by me

to hungry bees,
flowers like these
are as big as trees–
more nectar, please,
it’s the bees knees
–photo by me




–photos by me

I went down to the river yesterday and had to laugh at a little black cormorant who was trying to take over an old pelican’s favorite perching rock. The pelican wasn’t giving an inch, and could have brushed the smaller bird into the water with one swipe of his sword-like beak, but he was a wise old bird and just stood there, biding his time. This went on for quite a while, but the cormorants coal black feathers eventually got too hot in the scorching sun, and he had to take to the water, which proves, once again, that patience is a virtue.
most of our troubles
would fly away on their own
if given the chance

–photos by me

country flowers are
a little too wild for life
in the big city
–photo by me

the early bird gets
up before mother nature
has finished dreaming
–photo by me

i close my eyes
and just breathe…
it’s peaceful here,
floating down this
stream of thought.
it begins to wind
thru lost valleys
and forgotten forests,
even as they fade
once again into
the soothing mists
of timelessness.
i catch a glimpse
of myself ahead;
i think to wave,
but we both know
that peace of mind
is to be had here,
so we breathe,
just breathe…
–photo by me

now the geese are gathering
from fields all around;
they’re all wound up and blathering–
it’s quite an awful sound,
but soon they will be traveling,
no longer to be found,
for summer is unraveling–
it’s off to southern ground!
–photo by me

in the dark of night,
great cities, like galaxies,
appear quite lifeless–
yet both have so many lights,
there must be somebody home
–photo by me




–photos by me

it’s easy to misjudge the farmer
as he mounts his great beast of plate armor,
and chomps at the earth
with all that he’s worth–
but the truth is that he’d never harm her

–photos by me