There are blonde little ponies
Out here everywhere;
They race with the wind,
And it tousles their hair.
But look a bit closer–
You’ll find, as you pass,
The blonde little ponies
Have turned into grass.
–Photo by me
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the days are too long
the afternoons are too hot
a star is too close
Shot of the Day
This is the St. James mine pit, now filled with water so clear, you can drink it right out of the pit. In fact, that’s where our city water comes from. Makes great coffee. The water is a beautiful green-blue because it’s almost 500 feet deep.
–Photo by me
Limerick 21
A neighborhood squirrel named Jack
Does a dance in the street for a snack
And when people ask why,
All we say in reply
Is an acorn’s a tough nut to crack.
–photo by me
wordless wed 8/7/19
–photo by me
coming storm
the coming storm
obscures the light
of lifted lamp
and golden door;
without our beacon
burning bright,
our land grows dark
from shore to shore.
–photo by me
fawn
fawn
tawny, dappled
nursing, hiding, leaping
always waiting for mama
bambi
–photo by me
haiku 68
the babbling brook can’t
help but spill its secrets to
the whispering wind
–photo by me
wordless wed 7/31/19
–photo by me
tanka: greater weave
the spider seems to
design his beguiling web–
quite an illusion!
he who designs the spider
certainly designs the web
–photo by me
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