
the weak, winter sun
is easily imprisoned
behind bars of ice
–photo by me

the weak, winter sun
is easily imprisoned
behind bars of ice
–photo by me

my mind is moonlight
my spirit, restless sunlight
my soul, pure starlight
i am cosmic consciousness
i am a being of light
–AI generated image

our once-proud eagle
is looking rather ragged–
with a torn right wing
–photo by me




–photos by me

I woke up this morning to what appeared to be three suns shining into my frosty bedroom window and knew at once how cold it had to be outside. I was tempted to crawl back under my warm blanket and go back to sleep, but I didn’t want to miss the shot, so I quickly threw on a couple layers of clothes and headed out.
I was not disappointed. A heavenly halo, studded with sundogs as brilliant as diamonds, hung low in the ice-crystal sky. It was a sight to behold, even with a -30 degree windchill burning my face. Fortunately, I was able to get a few shots before my fingers started to freeze.
flanked by his two dogs
the god of the sky brightens
the frigid morning

–photos by me

i gaze at the stars and wonder
what strange tales are being told
around those distant campfires.
do they look up at our twinkling star
and spin exotic stories about us?
perhaps we each see the other
as something unknowable, a part
of the mystery of the heavens–
and there’s peace of mind in that.
–photo by me

i’m walking
down a lonely shore
the trees are
rimed with frost
it somehow makes me feel sad
and a little lost
–photo by me

when great sheets of ice are conveyed
to the shore with the wind as an aid,
they shatter like glass
and the shards soon amass–
and that’s how ice mountains are made
–photo by me

when we surveyed the planet earth
from deep in outer space
we found that she was giving birth
to you — the human race
and when we came down from above
to teach you right from wrong
and show you that the way of love
is how to get along
you said you needed to be free
to learn things on your own
and so we listened to your plea
and left you all alone
but then, alas, when we returned
we found, much to our horror
that what the human race had learned
was weaponry and war
so now we watch you from afar
and patiently we wait–
perhaps we’ll wish upon a star
while you decide your fate
–AI image




–photos by me