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
–photo by me
A
Bad
Cameraman
Doesn’t
Ever
Find
Great
Happiness
In
Just
Knowing
Lenses.
Many
Novice
Optimistic
Photographers
Quit
Really
Soon,
Try
Up-lifting
Views
While
X-tending
Your
Zoom.
my cat ivy climbs
the tallest trees in my yard
again and again
not knowing the gravity
of the whole situation
–photo by me
Poor Rudolph, whose nose is so bright,
Isn’t leading the old sleigh tonight,
For Santa, I guess,
Has installed GPS,
And now Rudolph’s his new taillight.
Santa came, but daddy missed him.
some folks get depressed
when the shortest days arrive
yet others feel blessed
and are glad to be alive
if sunshine’s what you need
there’s good news on the way
tomorrow’s guaranteed
to be a brighter day
a grove of young trees
strike a pose with the latest
in winter fashion
–photo by me
michaeljordahl 