trees wear fatigues
in the summer
and colorful robes
in the fall,
and then, in the
cold grip of winter,
they tend to wear
nothing at all
–photo by me
trees freeze
Author: michaeljordahl
Retired Miner, loves science, reading, carving, walking, recovering alcoholic
wordless wednesday 10/16/24
–photos by me
haiku 181
generous trees are
dropping their golden coins to
enrich the soil
–photo by me
stargazing junkie
stargazing is like a drug to me;
ever since i peered through my neighbor’s
telescope as a young boy, i was hooked.
the way the brilliant stars of the pleiades
suddenly came into crystal clear focus
did something permanent to my brain,
and i keep looking for that same high,
but it’s never as good as the first time.
when i’m out there, lost in the stars,
nothing else matters but the bliss.
when it’s cloudy for too many nights,
i go into severe withdrawal–
stargazing is a hell of a drug.
–photo by me
shot of the morning 10/10/24
the beauty of the autumn trees
along the shore is doubly so,
for like the world the mystic sees,
as above, so below
–photo by me
autumn afternoon
there’s a fairway in the forest
where we can go for free;
it’s open now, the lights are on–
come take a walk with me.
–photo by me
coming & going
just the other night, we had our first freeze;
now there’s people all around, looking at the trees,
and when all the leaves have fallen to the ground,
there won’t be anyone around.
(the next big event will be our first snow,
but no one comes for that–in fact, they go!)
–photo by me
misplaced (tanka)
as a child, i would
explore hidden portals to
other dimensions–
now, i’m quite sure that this one
isn’t the original
–photo by me
two shores
in the cool of the night,
i stand upon two shores:
one is full of bullfrogs;
the other’s so much more.
on the shore of infinity,
my head begins to spin–
i dare not stare too long
lest i happen to fall in.
–photo by me
haiku 180
autumn’s beauty has
arrived again right on time–
still, i am surprised
–photo by me
michaeljordahl 