O little yellow bird,
The things you must’ve heard
While flitting ’round
Our little town–
And how you spread the word!
–Photo by me
Little Birdie Tells All
Category: poetry
family business
the bee is my brother
we’re one family
the wind is my sister
she calls out to me
the earth is my mother
i sprang from her womb
the sky is my father
he makes mother bloom
–photo by aaron
limerick 87
the bodies of bees, it’s been found,
aren’t aerodynamically sound;
with nectar-filled guts
and those big, bulbous butts,
it’s a wonder they get off the ground.
–photo by me
good things a-comin’
i’m droppin’ by here just to say
i hope that you have a nice day;
my tail’s a-swishin’
and my whiskers are twitchin’,
so something good’s comin’ your way.
–photo by son aaron
Meadow Tree
O little tree
Of the meadow,
You’re on your own
But don’t be blue,
For all the trees
Of the forest
See you alone–
And envy you.
–Photo by me
haiku 193
the backlit woods glows
like the emerald green eyes
of a woodland nymph
–photo by me
shot of the day? 8/11/25
it’s either a spider’s web
hovering o’er the grass,
or a ghostly fingerprint
upon my camera’s glass
–photo by me
slice in time (tanka)
this moment between
past and future is as thin
as an empty thought–
yet it holds no less than the
entire universe at once
–photo by me
family tradition
the whip still in his meaty hand,
he bellowed at his son,
“my pa whipped me when i was bad–
it never hurt me none!”
and so, in time, the boy grew up
to make the same admission–
what started out as child abuse
was now family tradition.
***
you either
face your demons
or they
raise your children
–unknown
bad air day
canada’s burning her trees,
and sending bad air on a breeze,
but i don’t want to choke
on this imported smoke,
so i’m staying at home, if you please.
–photo by me
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