september dream

i dreamed of

a flock of geese

flying up from

a burning field.

there was a breeze

from the north,

and the geese

were flying south.

like many dreams,

it seems to have

two meanings:

the first is that

winter is coming.

the second is a far

deeper insight–

but let’s just go

with the first.

–photo/art by me

on my walk

i thought i saw

a mummy’s head

hanging from a tree,

but it was just

a hornets nest–

the biggest one i’ve seen.

i’m kind to all

the living things

i find along my walk,

but i don’t know

if these are home–

and i don’t think i’ll knock.

–photo by me

Patience

I went down to the river yesterday and had to laugh at a little black cormorant who was trying to take over an old pelican’s favorite perching rock. The pelican wasn’t giving an inch, and could have brushed the smaller bird into the water with one swipe of his sword-like beak, but he was a wise old bird and just stood there, biding his time. This went on for quite a while, but the cormorants coal black feathers eventually got too hot in the scorching sun, and he had to take to the water, which proves, once again, that patience is a virtue.

most of our troubles

would fly away on their own

if given the chance

–photos by me