
an old log cabin
nestled in the snowy woods–
certain peace of mind
–photo by me

an old log cabin
nestled in the snowy woods–
certain peace of mind
–photo by me

“sunrise through my frosty window”
i awoke from strange dreams
and peered out my window,
but all i could see
was more of the same
–photo by me

stand firmly on the precipice
send out your light to the lost
be strong and weather the storm
be that beacon on solid rock
be like the lighthouse
–photo by me

The snow buntings have arrived en masse; it’s finally cold enough for them here.
Many birds fly in some kind of formation, often wingtip to wingtip like the Blue Angels, but these little snow birds are all over the place. From here, it looks like total chaos, but nothing could be further from the truth.
chaos in nature
is part of the grander scheme
of perfect order
–Photo by me

there once was a bubbly, young girl
as bright as a bushy-tailed squirrel,
but her mate wouldn’t quit
telling her she was shit–
now she just wants to hide from the world
-photo by me

the moon and stars now flee before
the mighty sun’s great, flaming sword;
he thrusts it forth to pierce the night
and make way for the golden light
that may, someday, bring peace upon
all mankind–the golden dawn
photo by me

bosses’ pets often
find themselves looked down on with
unbridled contempt
–photo by me

a surreal cold
evergreens turn bitter blue
rubber crunching road
–photo by me

It’s so bright and sunny out here that it’s hard to believe there’s a whole other world just under the snow and ice– a world of nothing but cold and dark. In a way, it reminds me of us, with our own two sides.
A snowy blanket has two sides:
One that shows and one that hides;
The open side is bathed in light–
The other, though, is black as night
–Photo by me

it’s often
my experience
that as i
shovel snow,
a large, treetop audience
gathers for the show
–photo by me