
leaves are most lovely
when the beholder knows that
they’ll all soon be gone
–photo/art by me

leaves are most lovely
when the beholder knows that
they’ll all soon be gone
–photo/art by me

inspiration
find a view
imagination
stir the stew
exasperation
what to do
determination
see it through
publication
start anew
–photo by me

while hiking through
a land unseen,
i stumbled on a view
where luscious hills
of verdant green
encradle waters blue
–photo by me

you can’t fool me, i got the chills
i know you’re hiding in the hills
if you tip-toe down too soon
summer’s work will go to ruin
everyone seems unaware
just the same, i know you’re there
you can’t fool me, i got the chills
i know you’re hiding in the hills
–photo by me

we wait for autumn
yet when it creeps up on us
we’re somehow surprised
–photo by me

dog days linger on
until the last sky-blue lake
has gone to the dogs
–photo by me

three unlikely pals
making secret plans
for incredible journeys
beyond the farm lands
–photo by me

There’s a bench
I use for thinking,
Tucked neatly
In the trees,
Where chimes are always tinkling
Sweetly in the breeze
–Photo by me

a fog rises up
from the waters,
dawn lights it up
from behind,
the morning
is kissed by this
lavender mist,
and it gives
to me true
peace of mind
–photo by me

A vixen from outside Fort Knox,
Found her marriage to be on the rocks,
But she would recover
And find a new lover,
For after all, she was a fox.
–Photo by Aaron