Winter’s maid
Arrived last night,
I see now by the dawn;
There’s fresh-fluffed
Pillows all in white
And clean sheets
On the lawn.
Author: michaeljordahl
Retired Miner, loves science, reading, carving, walking, recovering alcoholic
haiku 49
smiling glass lips part
endless rows of crystal teeth
shatter on the rocks
–photo by me
wordless wed 11/7/18
–photo by me
the shot
with just the right spot
and right time of day
he aims for the shot
starts clicking away
with morning soon breaking
he captures his prey
by taking and making
the shot of the day
–photo by me
trick or treat
it’s always too cold
threatening to snow
but off we go
kids in tow
costumes ill-fitting
little ones lagging
talking of quitting
shopping bags dragging
finally they fold
we got to go
it’s always too cold
threatening to snow
wordless wed 10/31/18
–photo by me
my secret bower
sitting in the forest
among the great pines
I feel so inspired by
the old gentle giants
of the northern woods
a needle canopy above
a needle-woven carpet
on the ground beneath
a secret bower indeed
they all stand around
like wise old friends
they seem aware of me
as we exchange breath
they’d never judge me
they truly welcome me
but I think that they
wonder why a creature
like me would want to
sit among them always
scribbling scribbling
six word stories — 9
“The gun’s missing! He knows, Roberto!”
haiku 48
stars burn like hot sand
on the cold galactic shores
of the cosmic sea
–photo by me
multiverse
out here in the woods
I wonder if I’m just part
of a multiverse
for all I know, a train could
be thundering by right now
–photo of me by my son, Aaron
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