the sweetest dawns come
in the same pastel colors
as marshmallow peeps
–photo by me
haiku 168
Month: February 2024
believe it or not (tanka)
i want to believe
in my guardian angel–
still, i look for trains.
believing isn’t a choice;
it’s the opposite of one.
–photo by me
wordless wednesday 2/14/24
–photos by me
Second Winter
It looks like our winter thaw is over; below-zero temps are in the forecast for later this week. I’m hoping that the colder temps will bring clearer skies, as it’s been greyer than Gandalf’s beard around here with all the fog and clouds. There’s been nothing to take photos of, especially now with all the migrating birds gone–so I have to get creative.
all in the same boat,
we appear to be heading
for second winter
–photo (double exposure) by me
snow shower frolic
snowflakes come swirling
as gentle winds blow
whirling and twirling
they sway to and fro
it’s all so entrancing
we let ourselves go
dancing and prancing
like ponies in snow
–photo by me
the road to happiness (archives)
as of late,
i meditate
when life
becomes a mess;
i close my eyes
and visualize
the road
to happiness.
as i walk,
i think and talk,
and when
i’ve found my way,
i sometimes find
a little sign
saying write
a poem today.
–photo by me
signs along the trail
–photos by me
shot of the morning 2/6/24
there’s a mix-up at dawn
between skies and cars:
now the skies have paint
and the cars have stars
–photo by me
Thwarted
We had big plans for a pleasant Sunday drive yesterday, but the fog we’d expected to lift only got thicker as we went. Our target was the Sax-Zim bog, known among bird-watchers for its owl sightings, but as a retired truck-driver, I knew how dangerous fog can be, and I started to have second thoughts. That was the first strike against us.
We were carefully tip-toeing along when it came over the radio that there had been a terrible wreck about 20 miles ahead. Three young people were dead. That was the second strike, and yet we proceeded.
About a mile further we came upon a vehicle rolled over in the ditch. Fortunately, its occupants had already been rescued, but that was it–strike three! Okay, Universe, I get the hint.
We turned around right there and went home. I often go the extra mile for a good shot, but I also try to make sure it’s not my last. There would be no owls on this adventure.
–Photos by me
sunday thoughts 2/4/24
do we choose our paths
or are they predetermined?
depends on our age
–photo by me
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