
photos, they say,
are frozen in time–
here’s shot of the day
with a little rime
–photo by me

photos, they say,
are frozen in time–
here’s shot of the day
with a little rime
–photo by me

i read my poem
to an old friend
he thought it
was about him
it caught me so
off guard when
he began to sob
i had meant it
to be humorous
seeing him cry
brought tears to
my eyes as well
so there we sat
two grown men
sobbing together
over a silly poem
about time travel
* * *
poems are paper planes–
we send them out, not knowing
where they might touch down
–photo by me

To flying bugs and crawling ants,
A bright bouquet of pitcher plants
Becomes a water park with rides–
They can’t resist the slippery slides!
And once inside the saccules,
They’re trapped and drown in nectar pools.
And no, I’m not being frivolous–
This water park’s carnivorous!
–Photo by me

“Tried my hand at Halloween Dinner.”
–Photo by me

one night of the year
we mask our fears by making
light of the darkness
–photo by me

There once was a partridge named Dwight
Who would always stand guard at first light;
To observe the whole flock,
He would climb a big rock–
For there wasn’t a pear tree in sight
–Photo by me

as an introvert
i feel a little
like the ripples
in a quiet stream
as compared to
the crashing waves
of extroverts
in rougher waters–
yet i know
that the world
needs us both
–photo by me

why first snow
is so alarming,
i’ll never
understand–
it makes my world a charming
winter wonderland
–photo by me

snow in the flowers
has all too quickly become
flowers in the snow
–photo by me

come along
don’t make a fuss
just hop aboard
the magic bus
and head out to
the woods with us–
we’re going to have
some fun;
there’s herbs
and mushrooms
everywhere
and wildflowers
for your hair–
the eager elves
and fairies there
already have
begun
–photo by me