
summer fades away
like a worn-out pair of jeans–
patchy memories
–photo by me

summer fades away
like a worn-out pair of jeans–
patchy memories
–photo by me

buzzards in a tree–
all good as long as they’re not
circling over me
–photo by me

country flowers are
a little too wild for life
in the big city
–photo by me

nature paints the sky
the prairie is her drop cloth
wildflowers abound
–photo by me

in soft morning light
the deer’s sleek summer coat looks
more like a t-shirt
–photo by me

one tree, seven trunks
a great place to meditate
worn smooth by others
–photo by me

field high-rise condos
abuzz with activity–
a city of bees
–photo by me

in muddy waters,
the snow-white cygnet is soon
tall, dark, and handsome
–photo by me

wildfire smoke makes for
what would be a beautiful
sunset–on venus
–photo by me

with landing gear down,
a crane banks on his final
approach to touch down
–photo by me