to people, the spring
is a rebirth of life,
but to bass in the lake,
it’s a rebirth of light.
for many long months,
they lie caught in the grip
of the cold and the dark,
and with no fellowship.
what a glorious day,
when the sunlight pours in,
and at last, all the bass
are absolved of their sin.
–photo by me
mountains look
like nosy neighbors
keeping watch
over men,
but the people, like pebbles,
are children to them
–photo by aaron
a bratty young lizard named ace
tried putting his mom in her place:
so his breath, he withheld
as she yelled and she yelled–
till both were quite blue in the face
–photo by aaron
my morning was free
so i went for a walk,
and i found a small tree
growing out of a rock,
and i stood there in shock
as the thought came to me:
the earth is the rock
and i am the tree.
–photo by me
sometimes in our lives
the beauty of one moment
is what saves the day
–photo by my son Aaron
a frozen
creek may seem at first
as silent
as a book
but once the ice has melted
it’s a babbling brook
–photo by me
morning has broken–
and all of its pieces are
ablaze in the sky
–photo by me
My son Aaron and I took a walk through the lowlands at the foot of the Laurentian Divide yesterday. We chatted about his upcoming trip to Vietnam. At 45, he’s decided to take a month off from his job and visit a girlfriend who teaches English in Ho Chi Minh City, instead of buying a motorcycle like I did when I was going through my midlife crisis.
Some fathers might discourage such a thing, but I say go for it! Soon you’ll be too old to gallivant around the globe, and all you’ll have is memories, so make them worthwhile.
be like the mountain–
keep your feet on the ground
but reach for the sky
–Photo by me
don’t put off the things
that you want to do in life
until the end nears,
for heaven may be closer
than it presently appears
–photo by me
the gander
said to mother goose
that it was
time to go,
so they flew up north and found
nothing there but snow
–photo by me
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