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

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

I took this photo of a snowy owl in North Dakota two years ago, and I’m posting it today because I just heard that the big snowy hanging around the Sax-Zim bog near here went to that great tundra in the sky a few days ago. Apparently, he was sitting on the railroad tracks and zoning out as snowy owls do (see photo above), and the feathers flew. Sad, and I was hoping to get a shot of him. Anyway, it made me think of this silly shadorma:
they say that
birds are dinosaurs;
that’s true in
most respects,
but who’d you invite to lunch–
t-bird or t-rex?
–photo by me

when someone tells us
that we’re wrong about something
we should be thankful
for now the door to truth is
pried opened and stands ajar
–photo by me

A tick-laden black bear named Clyde
Could take it no more and he cried,
“What right do you hold
That you ticks are so bold?”
“The right to bear arms,” they replied.
–Photo by me

“You just HAD to be president!”
–Photo by me

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

we are unaware
of our passing thru some doors–
until we look back
–photo by me

the natives called it the hunger moon
with winter in full swing;
today we call it the snow moon,
but it means the same thing,
for we all hunger in february–
we hunger for spring!
–double exposure by me

i love morning walks–
everything is art at
the right time and place
–photo by me

though winter’s
kept its snail’s pace
and seems to
never end,
today the sun warmed my face–
i’m alive again!
–photo by me