as i’m growing older,
the winters feel colder,
but nothing’s more tranquil
than a walk down to the lake–
though colors fade away
on this bleak december day,
i’m feeling very thankful
with every step i take
photo by me
thankful
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past our prime (tanka)
i look up and see
old apples still on the tree–
they’re a lot like me
soft, over-ripe, and snow-crowned,
we just keep hanging around
–photo by me
fleecing the sheep
when you see that religion’s a fraud
and that most of it’s tenets are flawed,
do not be too frightened
to become enlightened–
you don’t need a church to find god.
–photo by me
traffic stop
mother nature hits
me with her red northern lights
and pulls me over
–photo by me
Sunday Thoughts 11/9/25
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
November Surprise
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
tanka tuesday
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
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grey skies overhead
bright yellow leaves underfoot–
walking on sunshine
–photo by me
shadorma sunday 2
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
ah, love
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
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