
our darker side is
mostly hidden from our view
yet, it can be known–
we need only to observe
the other birds in our flock
–photo by me

our darker side is
mostly hidden from our view
yet, it can be known–
we need only to observe
the other birds in our flock
–photo by me

The planks and oarsmen groaned as one,
The wind began to blow,
And at the bow, Leif Erikson’s
Unease began to grow.
He’d put his trust in Jesus now,
And sailed to serve The Lord;
Yet Odin’s ravens mocked him
As the longboat left the fjord.
Soon blown off course, old doubts set in
And caused him great distress–
He grabbed a slave and thundered,
“Thrall, bring me the prophetess!”
The witch came forth, her robe bedecked
With skulls and precious stones,
And calling on the Alfather,
She cast her ancient bones.
“What is it?” Leif called out to her,
“What do The Old One’s say?”
“They say a man should trust his god
To guide him on his way.”
And so he climbed the mast to pray,
And high up there he saw
A land ahead that would, someday,
Be named America.
–Photo by me




–photos by me

I was planning on waiting till tomorrow for a walk in the woods, when this current cold snap is predicted to be over, but with 14 months of sobriety under my belt, it’s important to keep myself busy every day, so I pulled on the ol’ long johns, bundled up good, and headed out.
I found a well traveled deer trail and followed it into the frosty forest. It wasn’t long before I came upon this juvenile eagle high up in a dead tree. By the amount of white on his head, I’d say he’s about 3 years old, with another year or so to go before he’s an adult.
That puts him at the annoying teenager stage. It’s easy to tell because not only is his head turning white, but he’s got that smart-ass smirk on his can-opener beak and that know-it-all look in his eyes, so prevalent in teens. It reminds me of Mark Twain’s words on the subject:
“When I was a boy of 14,
my father was so ignorant,
I could hardly stand to
have the old man around.
But when I got to be 21,
I was astonished at how much
he had learned in 7 years.”
–Photo by me

when i’m writing poetry,
nature’s abstract art
helps me see
the imagery
hidden in my heart
–photo by me

–Photo by me

our past is written
and then quickly disappears;
our future, unknown
–photo by me

i saw the deer, the deer saw me
we bonded telepathically
she sent me vibes that she would wait
and then ran out in front of me
so if your psyche seems entwined
with roadside deer, i think you’ll find
that as a human being like me
you cannot know the cervine mind
–photo by me

a young squirrel stands
bent over like an old man–
my back starts to ache
–photo by me

our earth’s own
changing sky, i think,
shows she has
feelings, too;
there are days she’s in the pink–
other days, she’s blue
–photo by me