
a lake is liquid earth and sky
a mirror among the trees
greeting everyone by
waving in the breeze
–photo by me

a lake is liquid earth and sky
a mirror among the trees
greeting everyone by
waving in the breeze
–photo by me

This is my attempt to make a little model of a birch bark canoe. Try as I might, I just couldn’t get it right, so I decided to go with the flow and started gluing pieces together without any plan. Maybe it’s because I drove truck for twenty years, I don’t know, but this is what came out of it.
Sometimes writing poetry is like that too; you have an idea, but if it morphs into something else, go with it. It reminds me of this Chuang Tzu quote:
Flow with whatever is happening.
Let your mind be free.
Stay centered by accepting
Whatever you are doing.

–Photos by me

in the night
a subtle sight
inscrutable
in morning
light
here i find
my quiet mind
the world’s
worries far
behind
inner peace
comes over me
the night is come
and now i
see
–image by pinterest

A tiny toad, hoping my camera lens isn’t a gaping mouth.

A smirking bunny, father of hundreds.

A Scottish Highland cow with stylish, peek-a-boo bangs.

A sandhill crane, just being weird.

A happy mama with her ducklings in a row.
*Other colored lives that matter:
~All lives matter
–Photos by me

There was a young turtle named Guy
Who didn’t climb logs to stay dry;
He’d perch on a log
Sticking out of the bog
Cuz he liked to pretend he could fly!
–Photo by me





–photos by me

A crow poses for me in the spotlight of the full moon.
–Photo by me

crane
tall, red-crowned
calling, dancing, bowing
legs like broken sticks
sandhill
***
At first, I thought these were a couple of young deer behind the trees, as we don’t get many cranes in the wooded portion of the state. They are a very old bird, and have a peculiar walk. They remind me of some kind of dinosaur. With their sandy brown backs, it’s easy to see why they’re called sandhills.

–photos by me

little ponds provide
lily pad parasols for
sunbathing sunfish
–photo by me

When the iron ore ran out,
The mine pit was abandoned,
And there it sat for years,
A gaping wound in the earth;
A world of rocks and dirt
And sheer cliffs of stone
Devoid of any sign of life–
Till Mother Nature moved in
And started redecorating.
She filled the great hole
With crystal clear water
And hung living wallpaper
Over the barren cliffs.
She turned it into a world
Of birds and rainbow trout;
Of beautiful, swaying trees
And plants of every kind.
She turned the dead pit
Into a living paradise.
–Photo by me