summer zephyrs
ripple through wheat fields
as warm as fresh-baked bread;
they dance in the meadows
spinning up a sweet bouquet;
they gust across the beaches
pausing only to put on some
tanning lotions and oils;
they foreshadow the rain
with an earthen dankness
not unlike nightcrawlers
all over the sidewalks
–selfie
our minds are
built unique
with a sole
subjective view
you cannot see
reality
the same way
that i do
some say that
it’s a blessing
but some say
it’s a curse–
for every mind
designs a kind
of homespun
universe
–photo by my son, Aaron
–photo by me
i only knew of
warm days by the cool waters–
and then winter came
yet winter soon taught me that
happiness comes from within
–photo by me
i fell asleep
and flew above–
the moon was peace
the sun was love
and venus, light,
her eye wide ope
the earth was life
and mars was hope
and beyond mars
’twas so sublime
with twinkling stars
and wrinkling time,
at last i fell
back down to earth–
a dream to tell
for what it’s worth
–photo by aaron
the trees are decked in fine array
and brighten up a winter’s day
–photo by me
a raven twists and
turns before the setting sun–
nature’s rorschach test
–photo by me
my wife
is in the closet
in an urn
for life
is no deposit,
no return
her soul,
in its divineness
had to go
and all
that’s left behind is
ash and woe
My loving wife and mother of three passed away unexpectedly
ten years ago, after thirty-five years together. The poem says
the rest. (I used B&W here, because that’s how I feel today.)
–Photo by Aaron
The length of a man’s
Last prayer might not express
Its sincerity
–Photo by me
witches tremble when
strangely colored mists roll in–
the great wizard nears!
witches know that spells do work,
but the great wizard knows why
–photo by me
michaeljordahl 