you asked me
if i like the snow;
i said that
it’s okay–
to be fair, ask me again
on an april day
–photo by me
shadorma sunday 2
Category: poetry
cold truth
truth will cut you
when you hear it,
consume you
when you believe it,
and crucify you
when you speak it
ah, love
i watch two swans together
who are truly mates for life,
and it makes me feel better
’bout the loss of my late wife,
for although i miss her so,
the swans have cast a spell,
and i’m just glad to know
that love’s alive and well.
–photo by me
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the night’s water nymphs
resolve into rocks and logs
at the break of dawn
–photo by aaron
frosty walk
in all the forest glades i pass,
i see the frosted blades of grass;
this windy morning, i can hear
this whispered warning: winter’s near!
–photo by me
shadorma sunday
every
mountain lake i find
is a sight
to behold,
and offers a peace of mind
more precious than gold
–photo by me
Duel Nature
There must be an up
For there to be a down;
Something must be lost
For something to be found;
There has to be chaos
If there is to be a plan;
There must be a woman
For there to be a man.
–Photo by me
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fiery autumn leaves
don’t warm my extremities,
but do warm my heart
–photo by me
Autumn Leaves
I’m walking the Mesabi Trail;
up here, the hardwoods prevail.
Some maples are only now turning,
Though most of them look like they’re burning!
–Photos by me
How Everything Got Here
Once upon a time, there was nothing.
I mean, there was nothing but nothing.
In fact, there was so much nothing,
That that fact became something,
And once there was something,
It quickly exploded into everything.
–Photo by me
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