



–photos by me




–photos by me

the fog is
lifting o’er the lake,
yet lingers
in the trees–
soon it all will dissipate
with the slightest breeze
–photo by me

in the wilderness
the swan and his lifemate get
their own private pond
–photo by me

now, a thing of dread:
a dark omen overhead–
the crow comes calling!
or is the bird just distressed
because i’m close to her nest?
–photo by me

when mining ended in the pit,
a path was made encircling it,

and near the path, a fence was strung,
and soon all kinds of plant life hung…

…upon the wire, all around–
now, even wild hops are found;

there are berries, plums, and apples, too–
all hanging there for me and you!
–photos by me