
the bee is my brother
we’re one family
the wind is my sister
she calls out to me
the earth is my mother
i sprang from her womb
the sky is my father
he makes mother bloom
–photo by aaron

the bee is my brother
we’re one family
the wind is my sister
she calls out to me
the earth is my mother
i sprang from her womb
the sky is my father
he makes mother bloom
–photo by aaron

the bodies of bees, it’s been found,
aren’t aerodynamically sound;
with nectar-filled guts
and those big, bulbous butts,
it’s a wonder they get off the ground.
–photo by me

i’m droppin’ by here just to say
i hope that you have a nice day;
my tail’s a-swishin’
and my whiskers are twitchin’,
so something good’s comin’ your way.
–photo by son aaron

O little tree
Of the meadow,
You’re on your own
But don’t be blue,
For all the trees
Of the forest
See you alone–
And envy you.
–Photo by me

the backlit woods glows
like the emerald green eyes
of a woodland nymph
–photo by me

it’s either a spider’s web
hovering o’er the grass,
or a ghostly fingerprint
upon my camera’s glass
–photo by me

this moment between
past and future is as thin
as an empty thought–
yet it holds no less than the
entire universe at once
–photo by me

canada’s burning her trees,
and sending bad air on a breeze,
but i don’t want to choke
on this imported smoke,
so i’m staying at home, if you please.
–photo by me

an old mining road
now, a surreal hiking trail–
right up my alley!
–photo by me

no one heeds
any roadside weeds
while driving
fifty-five,
but when you hike down the pike,
ditches come alive.
–photo by me