Category: poetry

Outside the Lines

It may look like I’m taking this picture while standing in the middle of the river, but that’s because the riverbank of solid igneous rock (which takes up more than half of the shot) just happens to resemble the rushing waters.

I often see this in nature; one thing spills over into another. Perhaps Mother Nature is getting a little careless in her old age.

boundaries get blurred

whenever mother nature

paints outside the lines

–Photo by me

Shot of the Day

Slowly, the massive, battle-scarred buck

Steps out of the woods and into my range.

It’s rutting season now, and his neck is

Grossly swollen with the thick muscles

He’s acquired by rubbing and scraping

His antlers on everything he runs into.

This one is a real scrapper, for sure,

All jacked up on male testosterone

And ready to do battle if necessary.

I line up my sights and take aim.

He hears the click and bounds away,

But it’s already too late–

I got my Shot of the Day.

–Photo by me

Above the Fray

I like to keep my posts on the lighter side, but lately the news is a steady diet of death and destruction, and I’m stuffed. Sometimes I envy the birds flying free above it all.

it seems like almost every day,

there’s more bad news that comes our way;

it makes me want to spread my wings

and fly above the fray

–photo by me