The shivering, young doe said, “Hey mate,
Tell me why it’s so cold as of late.”
Well, I knew right away
She’d been born around May,
And so all I could say was, “Just wait!”
–Photo by me
November Surprise
Category: poetry
tanka tuesday
an ingredient
that can make all food taste great:
the picnic table–
especially when it’s on
the shore of a forest lake
–photo by me
haiku 196
grey skies overhead
bright yellow leaves underfoot–
walking on sunshine
–photo by me
Calling Calliope (archives)
O eloquent Calliope,
Muse of epic poetry,
You whispered words
While Homer wrote
The Iliad and Odyssey;
Yes, you’ve inspired
Both fool and sage
From every land
And every age–
And now I’m asking
For your help
To put the pen
Upon the page.
–Image from Gemini
shadorma sunday 2
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
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
haiku 195
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
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