Standing out here under a starry, Minnesota-dark sky, I can understand why some of my ancestors thought the aurora borealis, like the rainbow, was a bridge leading from Midgard (earth) to Asgard (home of the gods). Although the northern lights are often swirling and dancing across the ebon stage, sometimes they are still, like a ghostly, glowing bridge to the heavens. I get it.
are the northern lights
but a restless, emerald
stairway to heaven?
–Photos by me
the marten’s a rather rare sight
and rarer when standing upright–
is that just a very tall cat
or a very, very tall rat?
–photos by me
the banks of the creek
prosper under the same sun–
yet, one is favored
though the sun shines on us all,
it’s the angle that matters
–photo by me
I’m quite ill today (feels like razorblades in my throat), so I’m just going to leave you with a shot of a happy young chipmunk for this post. Take a look at his fingers–instead of cracking nuts, he could be cracking safes! Ouch. Don’t make me laugh.
Photo by me
–photos by me
beyond the sunset,
children are being slaughtered–
i see no beauty
–photo by me
I searched for our neighbor’s lost kittens
Named Luna, Sophia, and Mittens,
And finally located all three
Curled up at the base of a tree–
And as I was taking them home,
I thought up this whimsical poem.
–Photo by me
a solar eclipse–
when the moon briefly becomes
the star of the show
–photo by me
I took this shot with my phone as my camera is having some issues, but you get the picture.
Standing out here, I peer into the depths of space and wonder: if the night sky looks like this through my phone from this dusty rural arm of the galaxy, what does it look like from downtown?
–photo by me
the scarecrow
quit his post today;
now crows are
in the grain–
some folks say he ran away
looking for a brain
–photo by me
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