
the night’s water nymphs
resolve into rocks and logs
at the break of dawn
–photo by aaron

the night’s water nymphs
resolve into rocks and logs
at the break of dawn
–photo by aaron

in all the forest glades i pass,
i see the frosted blades of grass;
this windy morning, i can hear
this whispered warning: winter’s near!
–photo by me

every
mountain lake i find
is a sight
to behold,
and offers a peace of mind
more precious than gold
–photo by me

There must be an up
For there to be a down;
Something must be lost
For something to be found;
There has to be chaos
If there is to be a plan;
There must be a woman
For there to be a man.
–Photo by me

fiery autumn leaves
don’t warm my extremities,
but do warm my heart
–photo by me

Once upon a time, there was nothing.
I mean, there was nothing but nothing.
In fact, there was so much nothing,
That that fact became something,
And once there was something,
It quickly exploded into everything.
–Photo by me

all summer, the clouds had their fun,
but now there is much to be done;
in autumn, they race
at a feverish pace
past the featureless face of the sun.
–photo by aaron

unhappy
that the autumn brings
no colors
to the pines,
mother nature sometimes strings
them up in pink vines
–photo by me

from out here in the woods,
the auroras are breathtaking
as they shimmer and dance
over the silent, stately pines.
heaven seems so close.
–photo by me

What does the spider know of beauty?
When soft morning light spills over
The horizon and illuminates his
Intricate, dew-laden construction,
Is he even able to perceive
The beauty of his creation?
Likewise, when we scurry about
In our “ordinary” human lives,
Are we creating something
Beautiful that we can’t perceive,
But is, perhaps, on full display
To any being of a higher order?
–Photo by me