Category: poetry

september stroll

i went for a walk and was feeling kind of high

when i came upon a creek that was bluer than the sky

in the woods, i saw autumn slowly creeping up a tree

at the lake, this stupid goose wouldn’t stop mooning me

i finally grew tired and headed home to rest

as the sun sank slowly in the west

–photos by me

walking among wildflowers

walking among wildflowers,

i feel especially fortunate;

so many of my friends

never made it to my age.

i would say this to you:

when the woes of the world

weigh heavily on your shoulders,

put them down for a minute,

let the sun shine on your face,

breathe in the fragrant air,

and remember to be amazed.

oh yeah, and one last thing:

take every opportunity to go

walking among wildflowers.

–photo by me

no trigger

so lovely in their innocence,

the wild hops upon this fence

give off that old familiar scent

i knew in drinking days,

and if i wasn’t on year three

of self-imposed sobriety,

perhaps the hops would trigger me–

i’ve truly changed my ways!

–photo by me

Trail Mix

I’m always exploring new trails, and I’ve come to find that every trail has its own feel–its own personality.

Some are bathed in dappled light,

While others reach a lofty height;

Some are old roads, all grown-in,

And some are downright alien.

–Photos by me