
if we go extinct
our roadways will also be
pushing up daisies
–photo by me

if we go extinct
our roadways will also be
pushing up daisies
–photo by me

a mother’s neck is
as long as it needs to be
for her little ones
–photo by me

in muddy waters,
the snow-white cygnet is soon
tall, dark, and handsome
–photo by me

I know what it means when I see
A woodchuck way up in a tree:
He’s hiding up there
From a wolf or a bear–
But why is he pointing at me?
–Photo by me




–photos by me

i read some greek mythology
and now i clearly see
the naiads in the river
and the dryads in the trees
–photo by me

she wasn’t meant to turn
out drop-dead gorgeous,
yet her features are
arranged in such a way,
that they truly seem to
compliment each other
like the flowers in a
beautiful bouquet.
–photo by me

sometimes wildfires
bring us pretty smoky skies,
and sometimes wildfires
bring us pretty, smoky skies.
–photo by me

my cat thinks she’s a sleuth,
the purrfect private eye,
but closer to the truth
she’s just an underclover spy.
–photo by me

emotions
are distracting winds–
from the breeze
to the squall,
and resolution’s clearest
with no wind at all
–photo by me