
winter clouds come down
for a visit, but they get
hung up in the trees
it’s nice to have visitors–
till they hang around too long
–photo by me

winter clouds come down
for a visit, but they get
hung up in the trees
it’s nice to have visitors–
till they hang around too long
–photo by me

the falling snow
in the headlights
had me hypnotized
as i navigated our
family shuttlecraft
thru the meteors
from the back seat
of our chevrolet
it made me sleepy
so i crawled back
under my blanket
leaving my father
at the helm again
my parents chatting
and the low drone
of the wheels soon
had me drifting off
suddenly my mom
screamed and i sat
bolt up-right just in
time to see a giant
deer leap right over
the hull of our craft
i was sure of it
to this day i don’t
know what i saw
it sure seemed real
but i haven’t seen
any giant deer since

Like my father always said in the winter, “Keep moving and you won’t freeze!”
–photo by me

a baby squirrel
wakes to find the leafy ground
completely erased
–photo by me

At the table
On Thanksgiving,
My mother
Would implore
Every child
To annunciate
Just what they’re
Thankful for.
I’d always say
I’m thankful
For the meal,
If you please,
And now I’d say
I’m thankful
For those
Precious
Memories.

train
massive, metal
rumbling, chugging, tooting
shipments always on track
choo-choo
–photo by me

Morning breaks in the north woods
–Photo by me

suddenly
my enemy stood before me
face to face
in the afternoon sun
i was close enough
to see the fear
in his almond eyes
i had a gun
he didn’t
i hesitated
could i really kill him
here in cold blood
they say you should
never hesitate
but i just couldn’t
pull the trigger
he most likely
had a family like me
i hesitated
he slowly began
to back away from me
i had to let him go
i would never tell
the others
but i was secretly glad
when he bolted
for the woods
antlers held high

–photo/art by me

The snow swirled
Madly around us,
Thrust forth on
A bitter-tongued wind,
And each of us knew
That God’s icy breath blew
For the myriad sins
We had sinned.
And every man knew
He deserved it;
There wasn’t a one
To be spared–
We were lost in the storm,
And were never to warm,
But the truth was
We no longer cared.
We sat on the snow
In a circle,
Each man just
A shivering shell–
We’d accepted our fate,
And now we would wait
For the wonderful
Fires of Hell.