
–Photo by me

–Photo by me

some swarms of insects
silently hang in the air–
like the ‘g’ in gnat
–photo by me

when storm clouds
rolled in
o’er the city
at dawn,
the night crept
back in
and the lights came
back on,
and all that
i’d planned
for the day is
now gone
–photo by me

i walked to the lake
and what did i see
but a hawk with a snake
in the top of a tree
so i stopped for a break–
and he dropped it on me!
–photo by me

–Photo by me

when night comes
to woodland meadows,
the dancing
wildflowers
cease their joyous gyrations
and tuck themselves in
–photo by me

I’m out here at my friend’s farm today to check up on Lil Blue Eyes, the orphaned fawn. Shes seems to be doing quite well indeed, and it’s sweet, the way she follows Stephanie around like she’s her mom. She gives her little smooches in appreciation, and I can’t help but think of the words Jesus spoke:
“…I was hungry, and you gave me food;
I was thirsty, and you gave me drink;
I was a stranger, and you took me in;
I was sick, and you cared for me…”
I must admit that those words seem so far away from our nation’s current direction. They’re fading away, becoming abstract, unreal. But at least, here, right now, they’re real.
–Photo by me

the dark storms in life
occasionally bring us
a beauty unseen
–photo by me

wildflowers show the way
like the innumerable stars
that illuminate the dark
dusty lanes of the galaxy
–photo by me

to me, an antique
is not merely old,
but truly unique
and may even hold
an air of mystique
more precious
than gold
–photo by me