
in muddy waters,
the snow-white cygnet is soon
tall, dark, and handsome
–photo by me

in muddy waters,
the snow-white cygnet is soon
tall, dark, and handsome
–photo by me

I know what it means when I see
A woodchuck way up in a tree:
He’s hiding up there
From a wolf or a bear–
But why is he pointing at me?
–Photo by me

i read some greek mythology
and now i clearly see
the naiads in the river
and the dryads in the trees
–photo by me

she wasn’t meant to turn
out drop-dead gorgeous,
yet her features are
arranged in such a way,
that they truly seem to
compliment each other
like the flowers in a
beautiful bouquet.
–photo by me

sometimes wildfires
bring us pretty smoky skies,
and sometimes wildfires
bring us pretty, smoky skies.
–photo by me

my cat thinks she’s a sleuth,
the purrfect private eye,
but closer to the truth
she’s just an underclover spy.
–photo by me

emotions
are distracting winds–
from the breeze
to the squall,
and resolution’s clearest
with no wind at all
–photo by me

sweet wine on her breath,
mother earth attempts to catch
the departing sun–
she’s certain that he’s falling,
yet she’s the one who’s tipsy
–photo by me

ma & pa crane with their ‘colt’
parents are god-like
figures to their little ones–
some more than others
–photo by me
One day a logical man came to town;
He stopped at the bar, and he bought us a round.
We talked all about the upcoming election–
How we needed a man with a brand new direction.
He said, “Yea, I know, we’re all in the same boat,
But it seems such a waste of my time to go vote.”
We all were appalled, and we asked the man, “Why?”
“Well, my vote doesn’t count, unless there’s a tie,
And the chances of such are exceedingly small–
So you see, my one vote doesn’t count after all.”
I jumped to my feet and said, “That may be true,
But tell us then, what if we all thought like you?”
The logical man sipped his beer, cleared his throat,
And shrugging his shoulders, he said, “Then I’d vote!”