ice tumbles downstream

in the dark river like spilled

whiskey on the rocks

–photo by me

hiking in the cold

the morning sun warms my face–

right down to my soul

–photo by me

mamas miss their fawns

when distracted drivers don’t–

wheeling thru the wilds

–photo by me

Nature often paints

acrylic landscapes beneath

watercolor skies

–Photo by me

the overnight fog

lifts without looking and gets

hung up in the trees

–photo by me