
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

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

If I had a shop
I would fill all the shelves
With amethyst angels
And emerald elves,
Black onyx panthers
With rubies for eyes,
Lithe topaz fairies
As blue as the skies.
I’d have cool turquoise turtles,
Buddhas of jade,
And solid gold snails
With diamonds in-laid.
There’d be tiger’s eye lions
And quartz crystal cats,
Peridot puppies
And sapphire bats.
Yes, if I had a shop
I would light up the scene
With a great chandelier
Made of aquamarine.
(revised from 10/17)

Capricious Mother Nature
Adds a little bright red to
Her late-summer pastels.
Soon that won’t be enough;
She’ll get carried away
And paint all the forests
With the brightest colors
She has on her palette,
But when she steps back
To admire her painting,
She’ll come to her senses
And quickly erase it all.
–Photo by me