
ocean waves crash
upon sandy beaches–
an ancient pulse
that we all know.
our hearts slow
as our bodies try
to beat as one
with mother earth.
–photo by son, aaron

ocean waves crash
upon sandy beaches–
an ancient pulse
that we all know.
our hearts slow
as our bodies try
to beat as one
with mother earth.
–photo by son, aaron

as i was walking home last night, a thunderstorm blew in,
but i would not be hurried though the rain would soon begin.
lightning arced across the sky in splendid disarray,
and for a moment night became as naked as the day,
and though the wind began to drive the rain against my face,
i challenged heaven’s fury, and i kept my steady pace.
the sky unleashed a deluge as the wind began to roar,
and soon the blinding sheets of rain had drenched me to the core.
eventually, the rain let up, the wind began to die,
and soon a warm and gentle breeze began to clear the sky;
the stars came out like shining jewels adorning heaven’s dome–
the storm had passed, and now at last, i ran like hell for home.
–image by ai

pets are good for us–
my cat keeps an old man from
talking to himself
–image by ai

the bird struts his stuff
on big black rubbery feet–
what a silly goose!
photo by me

when it’s time to die,
i hope it happens at home–
here, in the forest
and so deep among the pines,
that nature can take its course
–photo by me

shall we wish
upon distant stars
to make our
dreams come true
when there’s one in our back yard
that would surely do?
–photo by me

a hidden stream is wrested
from the verdant vegetation
and tumbles noisily down
a set of cool stone steps,
giving voice to the secrets
of its endless, cyclic travels.
secrets of strange lands
and thunderstorms and seas.
secrets–now borne on
the whispering wind.
–photo by aaron

to people, the spring
is a rebirth of life,
but to bass in the lake,
it’s a rebirth of light.
for many long months,
they lie caught in the grip
of the cold and the dark,
and with no fellowship.
what a glorious day,
when the sunlight pours in,
and at last, all the bass
are absolved of their sin.
–photo by me

though climbing mountains
gets us closer to heaven,
falling nails it

–photos by aaron

mountains look
like nosy neighbors
keeping watch
over men,
but the people, like pebbles,
are children to them
–photo by aaron