



–Photos by me




–Photos by me

O little yellow bird,
The things you must’ve heard
While flitting ’round
Our little town–
And how you spread the word!
–Photo by me




–photos by me

the bee is my brother
we’re one family
the wind is my sister
she calls out to me
the earth is my mother
i sprang from her womb
the sky is my father
he makes mother bloom
–photo by aaron

the bodies of bees, it’s been found,
aren’t aerodynamically sound;
with nectar-filled guts
and those big, bulbous butts,
it’s a wonder they get off the ground.
–photo by me




–photos by me

i’m droppin’ by here just to say
i hope that you have a nice day;
my tail’s a-swishin’
and my whiskers are twitchin’,
so something good’s comin’ your way.
–photo by son aaron

O little tree
Of the meadow,
You’re on your own
But don’t be blue,
For all the trees
Of the forest
See you alone–
And envy you.
–Photo by me

the backlit woods glows
like the emerald green eyes
of a woodland nymph
–photo by me




–photos by me