
mother nature hits
me with her red northern lights
and pulls me over
–photo by me

mother nature hits
me with her red northern lights
and pulls me over
–photo by me

I have no intentions of hanging around my grave after I die; however, the specifics of the transition are hazy at best, and nothing is written in stone… yet. Just in case, here are my instructions:
bury me
on a grassy knoll
overlooking a lake
to the east,
so the rising sun
may warm my bones,
and i may
rest in peace
–photo by me

The shivering, young doe said, “Hey mate,
Tell me why it’s so cold as of late.”
Well, I knew right away
She’d been born around May,
And so all I could say was, “Just wait!”
–Photo by me

an ingredient
that can make all food taste great:
the picnic table–
especially when it’s on
the shore of a forest lake
–photo by me

grey skies overhead
bright yellow leaves underfoot–
walking on sunshine
–photo by me

you asked me
if i like the snow;
i said that
it’s okay–
to be fair, ask me again
on an april day
–photo by me

i watch two swans together
who are truly mates for life,
and it makes me feel better
’bout the loss of my late wife,
for although i miss her so,
the swans have cast a spell,
and i’m just glad to know
that love’s alive and well.
–photo by me

the night’s water nymphs
resolve into rocks and logs
at the break of dawn
–photo by aaron

in all the forest glades i pass,
i see the frosted blades of grass;
this windy morning, i can hear
this whispered warning: winter’s near!
–photo by me

every
mountain lake i find
is a sight
to behold,
and offers a peace of mind
more precious than gold
–photo by me