Patience

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

just breathe (archives)

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

southbound

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