i look up and see
old apples still on the tree–
they’re a lot like me
soft, over-ripe, and snow-crowned,
we just keep hanging around
–photo by me
past our prime (tanka)
Month: November 2025
fleecing the sheep
when you see that religion’s a fraud
and that most of it’s tenets are flawed,
do not be too frightened
to become enlightened–
you don’t need a church to find god.
–photo by me
haiku 197
the starry night sky
spilling secrets of the past–
whispers of the vast
–photos by son aaron
soul and spirit (archives)
cageless, my spirit
flies untethered
ageless, my soul is
wise but weathered
my spirit flitters
here and there
never settling
anywhere
my soul remains
within my heart–
yet soul and spirit
never part
–image by istock
big bad bill (shadorma)
dear congress,
your big bill has passed,
but it comes
with a hitch:
you’ll have to take from the poor
to give to the rich.
–image by ai
traffic stop
mother nature hits
me with her red northern lights
and pulls me over
–photo by me
wordless wednesday 11/12/25
–photos by me (first one by aaron)
Sunday Thoughts 11/9/25
I have no intentions of hanging around my grave after I die; however, the specifics of the transition are hazy at best, and nothing is written in stone… yet. Just in case, here are my instructions:
bury me
on a grassy knoll
overlooking a lake
to the east,
so the rising sun
may warm my bones,
and i may
rest in peace
–photo by me
November Surprise
The shivering, young doe said, “Hey mate,
Tell me why it’s so cold as of late.”
Well, I knew right away
She’d been born around May,
And so all I could say was, “Just wait!”
–Photo by me
wordless wednesday 11/5/25
–photos by me
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