
in the wilderness
the swan and his lifemate get
their own private pond
–photo by me

in the wilderness
the swan and his lifemate get
their own private pond
–photo by me

now, a thing of dread:
a dark omen overhead–
the crow comes calling!
or is the bird just distressed
because i’m close to her nest?
–photo by me

when mining ended in the pit,
a path was made encircling it,

and near the path, a fence was strung,
and soon all kinds of plant life hung…

…upon the wire, all around–
now, even wild hops are found;

there are berries, plums, and apples, too–
all hanging there for me and you!
–photos by me




–Photos by me

O little yellow bird,
The things you must’ve heard
While flitting ’round
Our little town–
And how you spread the word!
–Photo by me




–photos by me

the bee is my brother
we’re one family
the wind is my sister
she calls out to me
the earth is my mother
i sprang from her womb
the sky is my father
he makes mother bloom
–photo by aaron

the bodies of bees, it’s been found,
aren’t aerodynamically sound;
with nectar-filled guts
and those big, bulbous butts,
it’s a wonder they get off the ground.
–photo by me




–photos by me

i’m droppin’ by here just to say
i hope that you have a nice day;
my tail’s a-swishin’
and my whiskers are twitchin’,
so something good’s comin’ your way.
–photo by son aaron