I like to keep my posts on the lighter side, but lately the news is a steady diet of death and destruction, and I’m stuffed. Sometimes I envy the birds flying free above it all.
it seems like almost every day,
there’s more bad news that comes our way;
it makes me want to spread my wings
and fly above the fray
–photo by me
a new morning breaks
the clouds are undone
the spirit awakes
our flight has begun
the dark of night ending,
we all are as one–
ascending and blending
into the sun
–photo by me
in confusing times,
our ideals will guide us–
if we just look up
our best landmarks are the ones
reaching toward the heavens
–photo by me
–photos by me
i’m goodness itself
i forgot for a long time
now i remember
–photo by me
primeval spirits
fleeing the freezing waters
before it’s too late
–photo by me
we had crashed
on an alien world,
our ship was
beyond all repair,
and though we had
prayed for our rescue,
we knew we weren’t
going anywhere.
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long after we’d
made this our home,
a scouting ship
spotted our lair,
and though we had
prayed for our rescue,
we knew we weren’t
going anywhere.
–photo/art by me
I got up this morning and found that winter had officially arrived overnight. It’s really a complete paradigm shift; every little aspect of life here near the Canadian border changes, from the clothes we wear to the places we go to the things we do. Now, where’s that shovel?
It’s peculiar the way we ourselves also change with the seasons; myself, I’m a bit more laid-back in the summer, but winter brings out a more responsible me.
when my world
turns wintery,
i turn into
winter me
–photo by me
a virile, young hare known as pete
kept after the females in heat;
in fathering young,
he could not be outdone–
just look at the size of those feet!
–photo by me
young eagles regroup
for some parental guidance
as the first snow nears
here, the rules of survival
change along with the seasons
–photo by me
michaeljordahl 