
a delicious moon
floats on cotton candy clouds
in a sweet moonset
–photo by me

a delicious moon
floats on cotton candy clouds
in a sweet moonset
–photo by me

now I went for a walk just to see
what a photo op winter might be,
but then with the snow
and the twenty below,
well, the only thing out there was me
–photo by my son, Aaron

Harry Potter,
Just a lad
Who lived
Under the stairs,
Found out
He was a wizard
Caught in
Mugglesque
Affairs;
Perhaps it’s true
For me and you —
In all our
Muggleness,
We need someone
To tell us
Of the magic
We possess!

Just had to post this morning’s dawn casting a warm blush on cold, blue snow. A real study in contrast–it’s 32 below!

–photo by me

flittering, fluttering
lighter than dust
she’s flaunting
her marbled
mahogany wings
and even the flowers
are so envious
they stare
on their stalks
at the beauty she brings
–orig. post 3/17

Exhibit A: Tyrone’s bloody toy gun.

stars
endless, eternal
blazing, sparkling, dazzling
phenomenon to wish upon
stellae
–photo by me

Now they say that
There’s no rhyme for silver,
And they say that
There’s no rhyme for orange,
But I’ve petted
A bleating young chilver,
And in high school
I studied a sporange.
So they say that
What is often isn’t,
And they say that
What isn’t often is,
So I guess that
What isn’t isn’t isn’t,
And what is isn’t
Is isn’t is.

a piece of sunset
escapes and attempts to hide
behind chimney smoke
–photo by me