
nature’s rock candy
hangs sweetly from the bushes
up on sugar creek
–photo by me

nature’s rock candy
hangs sweetly from the bushes
up on sugar creek
–photo by me

in dawn’s early light
the last vestiges of night
hide behind the trees
–photo by me

in utter silence,
entire clouds come crashing down
in fluffy pieces
–photo by me

the sweetest dawns come
in the same pastel colors
as marshmallow peeps
–photo by me

the weak, winter sun
is easily imprisoned
behind bars of ice
–photo by me

the winter woodlands
coax me into the chaos
of their crystal webs
–photo by me

clearly impotent,
the blushing sun hides his face
in the trees all day
–photo by me

the clouds are ablaze
and will soon turn to ashes
in the pale moonlight

–photos by me

ghostly auroras–
long fingers of light fumbling
around in the dark
–photo by me

it’s late in the year
the river should be frozen
i’ll go with the flow
–photo by me