
trees shake off their dust
and mix it up at the beach–
on their own spring break
–photo by me

trees shake off their dust
and mix it up at the beach–
on their own spring break
–photo by me

nature’s mirrors are
as perfectly imperfect
as our memories
–photo by me

a band of boulders
are caught sneaking from the woods–
toward my garden
–photo by me

staccato gunfire
erupts in the war between
ants and woodpeckers
–photo by me

a startled bench wakes
from hibernation as spring
pulls back the blankets
–photo by me

winter’s heavy hand
makes the new, young evergreens
bow to their elders
–photo by me

peaceful winter night
constellations of snowflakes
fall on the forest
–photo by me

nearing the hilltop
my shadow threatens to leap
into the blue sky
–photo by me

a delicious moon
floats on cotton candy clouds
in a sweet moonset
–photo by me

a piece of sunset
escapes and attempts to hide
behind chimney smoke
–photo by me