in golden sunlight
the snow burns with flaxen flames
vestiges of fall
–photo by me
Category: Uncategorized
limerick 3
a mink had a drink with a skunk
and the skunk got the mink really drunk
for the mink didn’t think
that the skunk had a stink
but the skunk knew his stink really stunk
sheet (tanka)
winter’s icy breath
paints the lake pure white above
and pitch black below
the two realms, like life and death,
only a thin sheet apart
–photo by me
wordless wed 11/21/18
–photo by me
Giving Thanks
Just a short poem
For our soldiers now living
Too far from home
To be here for Thanksgiving
We know your heart aches
For we feel it too
Your empty chair makes
It so sad without you
To use a cliche
Freedom comes with a price
So we thank you this day
For your great sacrifice
Limerick 2
Our fictional President Pooh
Got his tan from a bottle, it’s true,
But he rubbed too much in,
And it gave his old skin
A tomato-stained tupperware hue.
Minnesota Spirit
–Photo by me
our galactic place
are we
unknown,
in cloistered swirl,
and not yet citizens?
or
are we
alone,
an oyster’s pearl,
the only denizens?
time will tell
or not
wordless wed 11/14/18
–photo by me (in my yard)
Winter’s Maid
Winter’s maid
Arrived last night,
I see now by the dawn;
There’s fresh-fluffed
Pillows all in white
And clean sheets
On the lawn.
michaeljordahl 