
To some folks
It would seem
Oaks and maples
Reign supreme
In the great
Autumnal forest
Where their fiery
Colors scream,
But I will
Not besmirch
The poor poplar
Elm or birch–
Beneath their
Golden canopies
I feel like
I’m in church
–Photo by me

To some folks
It would seem
Oaks and maples
Reign supreme
In the great
Autumnal forest
Where their fiery
Colors scream,
But I will
Not besmirch
The poor poplar
Elm or birch–
Beneath their
Golden canopies
I feel like
I’m in church
–Photo by me

we walk down life’s path
hoping to find happiness–
but it’s not out there
it will never come to us
it can only come from us
–photo by me

the trees
have reached
into the sky
and stolen
fire from the sun
and soon the
consequences will
be felt
by everyone
–photo/art by me

too young to know of
proper courting etiquette,
i offered my girlfriend
a scraggly “bouquet”
of roadside wildflowers–
she was so delighted,
she kissed my cheek!
now, after a life-time
of living together,
I know why the memory
of that day stands out
as such a profoundly
momentous occasion:
it was the first exchange
of true feelings between
our innocent souls,
a bouquet for a kiss.
–photo by me

a smoky sunrise
adds a surreal touch
to nature’s artwork
–photo by me





–photos by me

i want that shining pot of gold
beyond the mountaintop,
but since it’s raining out right now,
i’ll wait for it to stop.
–photo by me

may calm reflection
bring a new clarity to
our troubled waters
–photo by me

Early one morning,
Without any warning,
They rose from their beds
And got dressed eagerly.
They ran out the door
And met up at the shore,
And then, two by two,
They walked into the sea–
I hope reason finds
What was going thru their minds
As they went to their watery graves,
For nothing explains
Why their only remains
Are the red caps afloat on the waves.
–Photo by me

the physical realm
and the spiritual plane
are one and the same
when we try to divide them
we end up with two half-truths
–photo by me