
there are nests built on poles of jack pine
where they suit mama ospreys just fine;
when their eggs start to hatch,
news is quickly dispatched
to their friends via telephone line.
–photo by me

there are nests built on poles of jack pine
where they suit mama ospreys just fine;
when their eggs start to hatch,
news is quickly dispatched
to their friends via telephone line.
–photo by me

we are drawn
to open waters,
our distant past
calling us back
–photo by me

a doe with two fawns
watches me so intensely–
putting them at risk
we focus on perceived threats
while blind to real danger
–photo by me

nature’s abstract art
on exhibit at the beach
in driftwood displays
–photo by me

a lake is liquid earth and sky
a mirror among the trees
greeting everyone by
waving in the breeze
–photo by me

There was a young turtle named Guy
Who didn’t climb logs to stay dry;
He’d perch on a log
Sticking out of the bog
Cuz he liked to pretend he could fly!
–Photo by me

A crow poses for me in the spotlight of the full moon.
–Photo by me

little ponds provide
lily pad parasols for
sunbathing sunfish
–photo by me

When the iron ore ran out,
The mine pit was abandoned,
And there it sat for years,
A gaping wound in the earth;
A world of rocks and dirt
And sheer cliffs of stone
Devoid of any sign of life–
Till Mother Nature moved in
And started redecorating.
She filled the great hole
With crystal clear water
And hung living wallpaper
Over the barren cliffs.
She turned it into a world
Of birds and rainbow trout;
Of beautiful, swaying trees
And plants of every kind.
She turned the dead pit
Into a living paradise.
–Photo by me

as of late
i meditate
when life
becomes a mess
i close my eyes
and visualize
the road
to happiness
to play this game
i have to name
the hills
i come upon
and then i try
to rectify
the problem
and move on
when at last
all hills are passed
and i have
found my way
sometimes i find
a little sign
saying
write a poem today
–photo by me