the heron stalks ponds that are scummy
for the muculent prey there are yummy–
whether slimy green frogs
or the glazed polywogs,
he loves how they tickle his tummy.
–photo by me
limerick 95
senryu 91
the golden hour–
that lull between the day’s end
and the night’s trouble
–photo by son aaron
curious cranes (shadorma)
did you know
that sandhill cranes are
as tall as
a small car?
seen up close or from afar,
they look so bizarre!
–photo by me
haiku 205
nine ducks in a row
like shooting them at the fair
pictures are the prize
–photo by me
forest temple (archives)
i am a priest in the temple of the forest;
i go there now, seeking refuge from a busy world.
the path soon fades away to soft grass and golden needles.
the pines are a living, breathing sanctuary, awaiting me.
i have reached the inner sanctum.
here, great pillars reach far into the sky,
opening a portal between heaven and earth.
–photo by me
wordless wednesday 8/12/26
–photos by me
letting go
you’ve been gone so long–
yet with me each day,
and i know it’s wrong
to keep you this way,
but letting you go
so we can move on?
i don’t want to know
that you’re truly gone.
–photo enhanced by ai
unholy smoke
hell’s gates stand ajar–
is the devil coming up
or just blowing smoke?
–photo by me
thoughts at the river
in my dreams
i create
an entire realm,
and i live there
not knowing
that i’m
at the helm.
so how do
i know that
right here,
right now,
this isn’t
a world
i’m creating
somehow?
–photo by me
silent sunday 8/2/26
–photos by me
