sunday thoughts

it was on an old mine dump like this one

that a relative of mine lost his life

it was the first funeral i’d been to

and i sat with his kids and his wife

to a young child, it seemed so surreal

and i would take some time to mend

but now death comes calling so often

it feels like he’s an old friend

–photo by me

spring ahead

it’s time to write a poem, no doubt,

but what am i to muse about?

our country’s state is looking sad–

so politics is out.

perhaps i could expound my view

on sacred things i think are true,

but that might make some people mad–

so no religion, too.

and yet, here, on this winter’s day,

there is one thing that i could say

that’s sure to make most people glad–

spring is on its way!

–photo by me

Shot of the Morning 2/13/25

So far, February has been much colder than January; it seems like we’ve been a month behind in weather all winter. That may have been beneficial on the front end of the season, but it will not bode well come spring.

It’s almost 30 below again this morning. Cars make a crunching noise on the snow, there are popping sounds from the buildings as they contract, and the great, unblinking eye of an ice halo glares at us puny men.

i’m chilled to the bone

by the great eye’s icy stare–

that, and bitter cold

–Photo by me