
I split, and so did I.

I split, and so did I.

a recollection
of summer blues is prescribed
to fight winter blues
–photo by me

I’m home for the day,
And my cat starts to purr;
She’s so well-behaved
While I’m stroking her fur,
And when I’m out walking,
I still think of her:
She’s stalking and knocking
Down chessmen, I’m sure!

the ore is all gone
it was gone long ago
yet folks lingered on
they had nowhere to go
now even the ghosts
have dissolved in the heat
the only things left
are this side-walk and street
i remember the street
on the fourth of july
we stood on the curb
my best friend and i
with firetruck sirens
and flashing lights on
but it’s history now
the ore is all gone
–photo by me

In the beginning,
When God created
The Heavens and the Earth,
Hydrogen plasma interacted
With the force of gravity
And begat the stars,
And the stars
Begat atoms,
And the atoms
Begat molecules,
And the molecules
Begat living cells,
And the living cells
Begat brains,
And the brains
Begat human minds,
And the human minds
Wondered at the stars,
And God saw
That it was good.

delicious words
be they smooth bones
or voluptuous verbiage
reach out with rippling
fingers to stir the mind
or caress a ruffled soul
delicious words
so juicy and pregnant
with fanciful imagery
evoke sweet nuances
of lost and forgotten
realms of pure magic
delicious words

All is Self

with graceful ease
the melodies
of venus, earth, and mars
dance ever on
the notes upon
a tablature of stars
on distant lands
the marching bands
of jupiter resound
and hearts take wing
when ringlets ring
in saturn’s jeweled crown
the trumpets sound
the drummers pound
great uranus rolls on
and no less grand
is neptune’s stand
a billion miles beyond
amid the swells
faint tinkling bells
add depth that few can hear
for mercury
and pluto flee
all but the chastened ear

My woodland friends stop by every day for a snack, and I hope to have them feeding out of my hand before long. They seem like such timid, gentle creatures, and yet they can be quite mean to each other.
I made this feeder out of snow for them with two troughs and a partition between them because the “bully” of the group wouldn’t let the others eat. As you can see, it didn’t work.
I just thought I’d share a typical winter morning here in northern Minnesota, deer included. Ya, you betcha. Living up here in the sticks has its drawbacks, but we sure have deer friends.
–Photo by me

One AM, and with pen in hand
I stare thousands of miles
Beyond the flickering
Flames on the logs
As the old fan
Drones on
And on
zzz
Two AM, the flames crackle
And resolve stirs, but my
Stream of thought
Has condensed
To sweat on
My brow
zzz
Three AM, I am lost in limbo
Yet I will not go to bed
Perhaps morning
Light will…
zzzzzz