Author: michaeljordahl

Retired Miner, loves science, reading, carving, walking, recovering alcoholic

drumming grouse

i heard a ruffed grouse drumming,

so i tip-toed toward the sound;

he couldn’t hear me coming,

and this is what i found:

he kept picking up the tempo

in a feverish display,

and reaching a crescendo,

he quit and flew away

–image by ai

fair deal

when winter seems to go on and on,

and there is no light to be seen

at the end of the proverbial tunnel,

remember that once we get thru

this bleak, colorless piece of road,

we will find ourselves poised on

the edge of a much longer stretch

that includes fragrant spring flowers,

those long and lazy days of summer,

and the colorful beauty of autumn–

and that’s a pretty fair deal.

–photo by me