Category: poetry

Early Birds

I’ll never understand why so many of the migrating birds come back to the northland when there’s still ice on the lakes. This is the time for them to find a mate and start a family, but they can’t build a nest out of ice. The only thing the early bird catches around here is a cold.

However, as a painfully shy kid back in high school, I understand the difficulties of initiating a courtship, and perhaps it’s the same with these early birds.

some fall in love

the moment they meet

while others come down

with a case of cold feet

–Photo by me

totality

when you’re in the path of a total eclipse,

the day becomes night, and the temperature dips;

the stars all come out, as the moon and the sun

embrace one another — becoming as one.

and in some weird way, it touches your soul

when the sun in the sky becomes a black hole,

it’s so surreal — yet a beautiful thing —

and it ends with a kiss and a diamond ring.

–composite photo by me