
fiery autumn leaves
don’t warm my extremities,
but do warm my heart
–photo by me

fiery autumn leaves
don’t warm my extremities,
but do warm my heart
–photo by me

Once upon a time, there was nothing.
I mean, there was nothing but nothing.
In fact, there was so much nothing,
That that fact became something,
And once there was something,
It quickly exploded into everything.
–Photo by me

all summer, the clouds had their fun,
but now there is much to be done;
in autumn, they race
at a feverish pace
past the featureless face of the sun.
–photo by aaron

unhappy
that the autumn brings
no colors
to the pines,
mother nature sometimes strings
them up in pink vines
–photo by me

from out here in the woods,
the auroras are breathtaking
as they shimmer and dance
over the silent, stately pines.
heaven seems so close.
–photo by me

What does the spider know of beauty?
When soft morning light spills over
The horizon and illuminates his
Intricate, dew-laden construction,
Is he even able to perceive
The beauty of his creation?
Likewise, when we scurry about
In our “ordinary” human lives,
Are we creating something
Beautiful that we can’t perceive,
But is, perhaps, on full display
To any being of a higher order?
–Photo by me

the fog is
lifting o’er the lake,
yet lingers
in the trees–
soon it all will dissipate
with the slightest breeze
–photo by me

in the wilderness
the swan and his lifemate get
their own private pond
–photo by me

now, a thing of dread:
a dark omen overhead–
the crow comes calling!
or is the bird just distressed
because i’m close to her nest?
–photo by me

O little yellow bird,
The things you must’ve heard
While flitting ’round
Our little town–
And how you spread the word!
–Photo by me